i have been everywhere.
tired eyes wet with
light; hands held of
splintered fingers,
cracked lips and
papercuts; i have
seen the beauty in each,

i'v caressed every hair
on every head; i've
spoken terrible lies
to lions manes;

for whatever it
was all worth-

meaningless experiences
that add up to fractured
brilliance or sheer folly

i can't decide.

towards what am i
careening, and
will i be there quick
or will i have to take
my time?

02/13/2008

Author's Note: a trainwreck of meaningless things;

Posted on 02/14/2008
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