Jan 19, 2010 15:47
rippling a little
getting stranded
like a fly trapped in january
doubtless the last fly i'd ever see
patronizing the fervency of nihilistic abandon
but too, frail in a hazy brilliance
entertaining the conventions of dimensional constraint
maybe even doubt should be inconsiderable
the gloss--water; solicited by its print
buoyant in the psyche, inside
everything getting heavy
and
caving