Jan 15, 2012 13:38
i measure love with loss
obsessed with ticking movements
& calculated distances to out-sync
chronize
one rhythm
with another,
but in the end
it always returns,
marching triple time and
confusing the beat.
i try to draft it
compasses and metrified tools
ghost feelings rambling around
in geometrically defined area
usually occupied by your volume
catching for moments here
and there
bisecting particular lines
clearly delinated and carefully
described, it lies locked
to this paper
(although the tangent of this ratio
releases into sleep)
sleepless with irrational thoughts
about the weight and
the density.