i have written something for this
it is covered with leaves
multiplied many times over
to the point of becoming a plan
waiting to happen,
or to happen upon
two blocks of myself fighting for the same space
it is to go without saying that
a crowd is bound to disband
the same as a mess is bound to thin
gas to explode;
one can not help but become part of the knot
to grow feet behind a curtain;
the situation is as simple as waiting too long
or being too delicate with whatever tool is in hand.
a part of myself wishes for
nothing more than a touch in the right place
or no touch at all. i will expand to the point of break
thin as god
standing in multiple places
multiple times; a ghost of lines
shrinking together
in search of the right distance between
my self and all others

12/18/2007

Posted on 01/24/2017
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