it all makes sense, doesn't it?
2006-02-01 11:04 a.m.
i am mouse quiet and taken to hiding, everytime he surfacesin some new body, and how quickly
how quickly
i can be so trusting, spell belief
by the concaves and rises of our spines, laying numbers
on the line, a center
for signals
say hello
say how have you been,
lately?
production comes to mind, all of the boxes that we
could check together, the thesis of our experience
that we moved as one man moves a mountain, slow, full faith and going on hope
always hoping for the next rise
make pace, to stand that burden that has curved you, that has question marked your posture, you must be
mad, so why don't you
just lay in wait a moment, just put down the world you've worried over
and come back
and come back home to wake me up
just come back home to mention
this distance grown between us.