Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Avoiding his memory, I fail to prescribe a value--/
Some meaning to cast borders/
over a three year null. But as I push this nothingness/
unto him the more he becomes everything--/
Filling spaces, answering questions, dotting i's./
Now, when I see those hospital beds these/
star- crossed veins, the indefiniteness surges/
quickly in and presses in on me/
the insanity. And I hear again, all the time,/
the blaring machine against his silent body./
Some meaning to cast borders/
over a three year null. But as I push this nothingness/
unto him the more he becomes everything--/
Filling spaces, answering questions, dotting i's./
Now, when I see those hospital beds these/
star- crossed veins, the indefiniteness surges/
quickly in and presses in on me/
the insanity. And I hear again, all the time,/
the blaring machine against his silent body./