Apr 03, 2005 04:35
12 months.
the cartooned picture of my brain the way i see it now.
Nerves splintering violently, forcing out exstatical transmissions of knowledge. The rim of a sharp thought snaps into each slender form.
Outside myself, seated amongst the endless white of my bedsheet, my eyes burned blanky at the tiny gold knob of the dresser. In this way, i tap.
TIME looks over his bold shoulder examining a motionless affective position. I do not see him. Nor do i hear him speak. I can only assume his presents.
My body becomes a rounded element of gorgeous shining idea...