perfectly circular, sharp, and dangerous. magnanimus suspect led me to truth. born in the waivering of those we look to keep. under umbrellas, this café noir.... passing like conversation. you obviate with discression, made certain the the little things were counted. obsilessence becomes me....... just a bag of tricks. left in the storage unit.

your intention doesn't reference me, your repression politely accuses me. through your unspoken speeches, I have found solice in myself. you absconded with the promise. I followed you into the tide, now it's swept us both in opposite directions. I feel the burning in my eyes, like when fist meets face. out of sorts, out of place, make your amends, I am not a being of consequence.

04/07/2010