can it be that theres this immaculate area, not a pressure point but a gap, not a world but a breath, not a sword but an instance of surrender, a pure tool in the midst of clanging, a dart onto the wall that will be full of colorful posters, you belt out your song and it is gone but the feeling remains. and it is among so many different things: presences, hourglasses, windows, in general systems of time and reconfiguration that makes way for recapitultion. it is still in the shadows- this breath- and what you do with it is among all oaf the shifting objects. but in the corner you are singing only to the unknown. and here is another scene- it could be on a grassy hill but we can make them in private now. its a suggestion for opening up. watch it glint in the light. where is the tourniquet in this reincarnated scene? will you be gentle and wait for me? and by waiting for me what exactly will you be waiting for? the seas turn and the world collides. the time is ripe for me to decide.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 22:16:22 +0000
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