Tuesday, December 12, 2006


Bright and dark unbroken forest light from within my willing world to find places I’ve never gone and whisper where I might... I am a way that being does its thing. The lost cloth of a thousand years of seeing. The truncated silences that make comfort feel unreal. The feeling of the car as it moves from inside my ear. These things I cherish, along with the tight night embrace and the reeling kiss.

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