i:
am counting backwards now. shhh.
keep still. don't talk

anymore.
winter is coming and i haven't a warm
hat to wear, not one.
i may let you hold my hand though
if the feeling strikes me. if my thoughts
do not get in the

way.
and there are fires. there are fires and we
are made of fibers not afraid to burn.
we are made of night and of constellations
that never flicker, planets that never
stir. i feel your vibration somewhere inside

me.
i'll hold on to you with both hands
if the feeling strikes me. yes, i have
seen my better days. yes, i have seen
yours. this is why we are here

together.

this is why we're alone.

10/28/2003

Posted on 10/28/2003
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