Sunday, April 24, 2005

breathe in (stopgap snagging on bone and pestiferous cilia, also
blood 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-
breathe out (much the same exhaling bright relieved
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

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