assembly lines.

2005-08-09 9:24 a.m.

we are fragments, stumble across the thought years ago in some indy kid movie (ethan hawke, you rescued me for a summer), about specialization and the way we have seperated, on the whole

into defining ourselves by our professions, by our actions, growing up thinking they could speak, but who gave mouths to ideas, a lack of forgiveness

on my part
is what has made this happen.

if i could be completely and foolishly open, if i could
be limitless and comfortable without boundaries
if i could
consider each arrival
a homecoming

the story would be different.

but instead,
i am grasping against the great flow, my ribcage in the river, with no faith that what should be is what is, that all things have a place and know their placement

it seems too concrete in a world of deviations.

and there are bracelets and necklaces to adorn our corpses, so that we can live another life during our last moments, so that we can hold the beauty that living was elusive, that passed in glances only, or instead went unnoticed

and there are hands to hold before the winter has been mentioned, that make choices instead of being forced into them, but how can we know the difference in this long line of products,

am i my own man, now, or just a copy of him?

god bless the late eighteen hundreds, there is nothing men will do if we do not stop them, and now comes that return to a universal language, translations waiting to help us build a tower back to heaven.

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