Will James
Friday, April 22, 2011
WITH OUR EYES CLOSED
Darkness descends without a sound on the wings of an invisible horse.
No one knows his name, this stranger in love with his own shadow.
We are walking backwards now with our eyes closed.
We have nowhere else to go.
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