corruption boiling forward
doors of consciousness, slamming,
silently gliding but for a percussive destiny

shut along with a passive struggle
a murky sluggish urgency that tries to break free

of blurry eyed wanderings
mused and perched upon nameless lengths of time

so any attempt to disassemble the past
and recreate what the noise and the pressure destroyed
will be lost in a thunder-tide of sleep

02/15/2006

Posted on 02/15/2006
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