Sanoja: Native. Ponyboy.

Wake up!
Our limbs are shaking in face of a probability
You arms reaching through miles to rest the unrest
To quell the darkness
Wake up!
Our hands are building a bridge of complete immunity
Our words breaking through blindness to change the face of the word of friendship
Last night I wrote a new fable based on the vigor of lions
Last night I ate at the table and listened to stories of courage
We strive to seem impassive but this newscast has shaken.
Arms stretch for miles and miles
Our blood has been thin and this day is cutting
Our thoughts reach out like a phone line
Although hours break us we still bleed the same
Books soaked with the words describing the nights that we rewrote time
Drives where death was cheated
Roads turn to thoughts
We hold them
Letters sent hours late; we bleed aimlessly