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| 28 Oct 2012 12:13 AM |
there's an infinite distance between everything and everything else. the towns are all quiet, the cities, the country- an unbounded clamor of silence. if one were to sit down and really work out what it meant for a person to talk to another, the shock of it would probably be overwhelming. i took a crack at it earlier, and i had to sit down. my sentences kept interrupting themselves and shooting off at weird angles. it's a spin around the edge of a vacuum, isn't it? we spiral in slowly, or we fall right through, but either way-- it's the shadowpuppetry of the tendrils of the void, then the void itself. life is a spiderweb of interlocking moments of silence, and it's the billowing of that web in a pale, unmooring breeze. here's to the still afternoon that might someday come, eh?
i find you in patterns in the air. angles of the sun to the horizontal and particular windspeeds. arrangements of light and texture. your name is splashed along the edges of certain timbers and the ticking-by of certain hours. one finds you as one finds shadows in mutable stillness. we savor it while we can. we keep flickering and hope for those moments when the right shadow pops up again, for its while. |
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| 28 Oct 2012 12:19 AM |
i stopped feeling before the tides drifted in
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| 28 Oct 2012 12:28 AM |
"There is a better party where I am not a ghost and you are not Aquaman." |
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| 28 Oct 2012 12:31 AM |
amen dear sibling amen
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| 28 Oct 2012 01:25 AM |
is this a copypasta of pseudo-intellectual BS
if not your writing is decent, but your topics are boring |
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| 28 Oct 2012 01:58 AM |
i try to imagine the quantity of death i might try, as though it were an adjective in small proportions.
these are my oblique prayers, lifting seashells ground into the salinated earth, pretending we were picking clovers and, lucky, i could find one that contained your voice instead of the sea's.
now, are these any different?
a bridge has been lost. you convince yourself of your own presence, you are yours alone, the acid mariness. & i want you to touch me, remove all of my vitality in our grand waltz through the endtime. we meet in the iris of blindness, the iris of creation.
now, are these any different?
i find you tucked between two leaves inside the book of dust. we speak of ourselves as static objects in the mire of 'the life around us'. this is the space of sorrow.
today, i try to breathe the water. taste and see. |
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| 28 Oct 2012 01:59 AM |
"is this a copypasta of pseudo-intellectual BS"
no
"if not your writing is decent, but your topics are boring"
my writing is terrible |
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| 28 Oct 2012 02:01 AM |
your stuff is kind of sappy love stuff
it's pretty great
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| 28 Oct 2012 02:04 AM |
| we really do not know what counts. |
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