April 2011
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The soul in a refraction of icicles. A moment hanging like breath on air. And yet life – even still life – is not still. The story is not a story if it does not unravel. Your eyes you may cast backward, but the heart is locked in the chest and must beat forever forward. It is the frozen beast pressing upward from a loosening earth, one ear cocked to the echo of the ghost choir still singing, the...
only if you listen closely can you hear the machines beneath the sidewalk whipsering the machines beneath the sidewalk are always whispering
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why can’t we just, once
not have an aura of death
hang over our love
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run with me tonight
as deep into the buildings and all the crushing facades
the dreamlike road
your with me
oh god its all i need
daedalus and his hubris couldnt have asked for sweeter wine
nothing happens in this rain
we cower in underpasses
and stick to each other in the cloy
rain in summer is too cruel
and this cruelty is too delicate,
furnished and carved and quite designed to...
