retreats.

2005-09-01 1:20 p.m.

today, we take the doors off their hinges, last minute escapes which were
retreats gone unnamed

instead, the bike ride back seems soft by comparison, and if we must

well then, we must
proceed

with precedents unheeded, the central sign a circle, the symbol of god
in his high heaven, smiling on continuation

these walls that shook for movement
were giving longing glances to one another
and i was gone before they could
knowing and unknowing, what actually happened was

i could not keep my eyes on both of them at a time
and i didn't want to be up all night
just watching the doors to keep them in their places.

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