terror.

2005-10-22 5:59 p.m.

i'm not some accomplice hiding under institutions, instead, i am fear, and we've spent so long
just thinking of our responses,
that we've managed to forget what really happened

ask the hallways and the doors to come to order, to pour themselves out in sentences and structures, in full color photographs to tell the story for us, and we'll try hard to let memories become the past that we've been seeing

this trembling, which gutted us to make hollow bones for reverberating, has taken on new shapes but left behind their meanings, and we are now strung, misled by the disasters we had dreamt into being.

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