presence.
as she strolled through the library she would pluck random books off the stacks and place them in her bag. by the time she reached the librarian's desk she was dragging it along the floor, a clear trail in the dust following her wherever she went. tonight she would go home and pluck words and lines and punctuation from all these random books and make something beautiful, and she would share it with her lover. and he would smile and say nothing and imagine that perhaps these words had been created not for their owners but for only she, and he.
we stood there, looking at each other for a few more seconds. we were poised on the brink of something huge and unexplored, a vast country where the grass grew wild and no human had ever left a footprint. we stared down into an abyss together, and each, in our own way, considered what was at the bottom.
the stars, begging to be seen, rolled the top of the inconvertible down and we watched them streak by, while the fireflies remained immobile two feet above us. the world spun in perfect harmony with the beat of steel-belted tires on gravel. as my eyes began to unfocus with the travel and the time spent staring down long corridors, a buzzing in my ears perked up, transmissions from some distant space radio, knobs broken off by passing comets and little busy robots. my teeth began to chatter out a message in sumerian, clicking morse code for a dead language.
when i lay down my head to think at night it is empty as glass. void of color and shape and form. and in this void i am filled with you. like the sea rising in its infinite attempts to kiss the moon, these things shape my dreams and reveal the beauty between these spaces we inhabit. and through the lines that etch the clouds we speak in the tones of divine insects, each tap, each click, each vibration carrying with it the most infinitesimal piece of language. the importance arrives with the synthesis of each into the whole that we are now arriving at.
we stood there, looking at each other for a few more seconds. we were poised on the brink of something huge and unexplored, a vast country where the grass grew wild and no human had ever left a footprint. we stared down into an abyss together, and each, in our own way, considered what was at the bottom.
the stars, begging to be seen, rolled the top of the inconvertible down and we watched them streak by, while the fireflies remained immobile two feet above us. the world spun in perfect harmony with the beat of steel-belted tires on gravel. as my eyes began to unfocus with the travel and the time spent staring down long corridors, a buzzing in my ears perked up, transmissions from some distant space radio, knobs broken off by passing comets and little busy robots. my teeth began to chatter out a message in sumerian, clicking morse code for a dead language.
when i lay down my head to think at night it is empty as glass. void of color and shape and form. and in this void i am filled with you. like the sea rising in its infinite attempts to kiss the moon, these things shape my dreams and reveal the beauty between these spaces we inhabit. and through the lines that etch the clouds we speak in the tones of divine insects, each tap, each click, each vibration carrying with it the most infinitesimal piece of language. the importance arrives with the synthesis of each into the whole that we are now arriving at.