Sunday, April 24, 2005
breathe in (stopgap snagging on bone and pestiferous cilia, alsoblood rushing breathless blurring-by)
oh how quiet, quiet the world can be
when there's just you and little me
everything is clear, everything is new
-pause for cutoff mustn't say really-
laughter)
unspoken: 'tis the face of
a
clock, intently axemurdering
seconds, minutes, days and tossing them,
gladiatorial,
into the
ravening crowd
Mina at 3:04 PM
