Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Its late

Into and out of, my work is kicking its feet. Running away like I should, the process of tongue over thought. i wanted to tell you..\

Limitless sky, do your eyes fit into these shuttered windows. From that lions den. Mounting these teeth so deep into my skin. But I have fallen, noticed so much more. The world is so dull, cant you see it. Isn't it so lovely. are not you: so happy to see that our words are so common. So easy to dismiss, so non shilling. It is so exciting, to catch those moments where we fall, like a stone. Into the blank chest, right where that palpitating heart should have been..
good. Good to see. Good to hear. Did I catch on, in the spring. Where the world jumped the others ends. Where my mind did wonder on this low hanging string, to slowly dangle my feet. So close, but so far. Its never just, there on the ends wing. Dust always just dragging on, cutting off that circulation to my connective tissue. Somewhere between my left crowed, half starved, electric moss. And the rain of my right. Is is haunting? To know this tongue speaks no words in the stain of night. To know it is stuck, between home and where the heart wants to lay. What even does it say. Blabbered reconciles of altered ego. Rampant debacles into and out of our space, where is it even measured. what can this shine into. the short time it can spend. Vague and under developed. Just escape this dark cave. while the cast is still shadowed.

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