anchor.
2006-08-29 12:42 a.m.
salt spray my sentences against the rocks, all that i have said, will sayis repetition, and i am lost.
selfishness in self-doubt as in pride, can these faults be fought out? my skin seems reasonless tonight, and i do not try to call, don't contact anyone. this soreness
is my own device wound up around me. i am doubtful, uncertain of my purpose. the numbers lay undialed, a testimony to feeling. here is how it happens -
unable to feel, to add momentum to me, i crush and shudder through. i do not speak, or speak too often. i do not move, or move
too quickly. i am unsalvagable, the sea
forgets me to my sinking, and i sink.
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i can cast my hands out, can lose my head, but it will be so shameful, so fruitless in the end.