What is the smell of silence? Ah--
what is this smell? I'm
only flying through my imagination I've
got no time to explain--I'm
dreaming.

This is the sound of flying, I am sure of it. Ringing,
singing, oh
echoing behind me--
I'll never hear it. I'm 400 times the speed of sound,
my skin is still intact, though burnt.
it's real!

mother, what do you feel in this utter patience?
in your enduring strength, it is warm?
i imagine it to be so. are you still as death?
this i know--
love.

06/25/2003

Posted on 06/26/2003
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