craft.

2006-07-11 1:25 a.m.

i don't settle in the walls and hold my tongue, i have
long dreams and short visitations, short visions of the unfamiliar. i am not
something
intangible, unwilling to be touched. i am
physical, tied up
with bone support and blood, skin and muscle, teeth
and their constant creaking. i am
insensitive, less careful than i should be. self-focused. i am
heavy handed against the great i am, all things
set up to make their meaning in the balance. this balance,
i cannot command its moving, and all things
relay,
and all things relate,
and all paths will take me 'round
to where i'm going.

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