those words were collapsing veins,
slowmotion amputations, it stings
only slightly more than breathing.
down the end of a roof,
cutting off the corners
of a stairstep delerium
this chaos is patterned
after precise cuts were
made to ensure the
cleanliness of joy.

we were falling through a chaos led by numbers adding to a sum
equalling the distance betweenthe noisethe soundthe bullet+you

and subtracting a
quiet rush of life
recalling the ending of
your own motion picture
walking on the slicing
edge of the film, i called
and found out that your processes
were becoming less conformed,
less realistic,
and more like the chaos you
delivered without guarentee of

10/26/2003

Author's Note: written after having just viewed 'requiem for a dream' for the first time.

Posted on 10/26/2003
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