of pressure.
2006-03-28 10:23 a.m.
reconciliation, a math trick, to manipulate two sides and feel the world is righted, to justify what's come before the great and gasping us by the current state of beingthere is much to be said of shame, of shoulders, of crosshairs and whispers, of living together, of growing cold, of reigniting, of pressure, of pressure, of gravity and structure.
sanctified by our pretenses, we step our cold feet around in this new building, listening to the echos, some ghost that wants to come and say to us, this is the past you lived when living was still early, this is the way your voice caught up in me, caught up in your throat, in reply to all the times you thought that you were leaving.