Silence, healing

Aug 01, 2009 14:06

These things just add weights to the world. They're good for that but
they're not the reason I'm here. What I need to do is.
I must have spent 10 whole moons leaning against the wall
not taking eyes off. Things there. Unbound, palm-sized, walled over.
The street-window and muscles and fruits.
There are a few things you think about only because
you think about them. The following for Rimbaud on the wall
I don't speak and I think of nothing but love is.
Flight. Cellophane. Cellular marketing. Like popcorn
in the library.
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