pale paints fractured images
the honesty of loss
corrupted by feeling too much
when just a little is more than
enough. the air speaks sounds
in the aging of things.
days shifting into years,
the anxiousness of time is always
extreme in comparison to
anything. all.
the words you speak.
the words you just can't speak.
the silences inbetween.
gaps, voids marked by seasons.
change the calendar to begin
again. renewal really is the ability
to hide completely, the old.
worn. rusty.
another book read and thrown
onto a shelf. a sense of completion
a head filled with new ideas,
experiments. playing with fire again.
pyros
& children.
mapped destruction, unpredictable
routes. planning ahead,
lingering.
no matter how close, how far
always
always
always
the memories. unfolding like snow.
no matter how close,
no matter how far
you go.

02/13/2003

Posted on 02/14/2003
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