Moment Mangled

May 14, 2006 15:54

Been sitting statue-like
Loud outside and
Bitter frigid droplets sing in stinging pavement bouncing blades.
Over top the night in black lists
Stars erased by distraction.
I look in every concave crevasse
For the minute I lost years ago.
I was creating a magnified glass,
Long and tunneled plunging into my chest and moaning
Lethargic and ragged, slowly rusting with each word.
This articulates a vision
A blind vision:
A cactus dancing in the middle of paranoia.
A secret bothers everyone who doesnt know it.
No truth without access to the very pin head of this room
Or that room
Or the room beneath us.
I know everything
If I imagine it
I can imagine, and realize its reality.
That which is disorienting
Those who
Linger in front of characters
Instead of
People.
Pleasant distractions are only unsolved puzzled manikins
Skin peeling infrastructure and consciousness colliding with cobalt
Cobalt blue and a stain on the drop sheet bigger than you.
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