11 January 2006


incision, indecision, in sleeping, we lie. the blade is dulled by dreams in which you never die. morning/mourning. the dream is the malady, waking restores the world. beauty. unflustered, unfurled. shaking in her arms. whispering your secrets, softening the blows. hear me, here. unspin my lies. separate/concentrate/dissipate. you are everything i know. without you i cannot tell the night and day; daylight is your disguise. you have stolen my watch. my soul. my eyes.


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13 January, 2006 11:51  

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