the hazy pretending we all do when we are awake
is the only tool left when makeup flakes

(the only one i have ever loved is you)

and in a song is released, unleashed
the joy richness control empty helpless heart my soul

and there abound secrets
to make you, only you, weep with me and with a great need. the
truest purpose

i am speaking to you with my leg over the purgatorial wall
and do not let it all be lost. make joy.

the nearer i come to the source of the strangeness
the more curious i get, the more sure of myself.

06/30/2002

Posted on 06/30/2002
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