Thursday, September 1, 2011

Res Nullius

I know of a place
a No Man's Land
where trees are blue
and crickets dance

The roads are steep
and go out on places
The wide sky is purple
and the sun is pink

There are no trains
only hi-powered sneakers
and jumping off cliffs
is like falling asleep

Halt, come with me
to this No Man's place
Will cost you nothing
The No Man's Land

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