Like a anesthetic wind
burning along the threads
that stretch miles apart
these membranes of destruction
a sliver interior
thin and twisted
bastardized infinities
eating from the inside in
tearing and gnashing
tiny rotten teeth

DEATH as a threat
and i am on my knees

Personal responsibility lies
on the shoulder's of a blue vacuous sky

that threat that loss

i hate the hint of loss
It comes as a foul wind
it is in these moments that i glare
at myself and see how distance
has made me useless
this interior enemy attacking
my love, my hands
a jumble of helplessness

Please dont leave
please dont leave

02/19/2002

Posted on 02/19/2002
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