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loveless summer sunday |
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Written by PANTS
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Tuesday, 21 August 2007 |
a universe of secrets marvels a sequence of incisions
on the inferior section in the mouth of inconsequential beings
into massive occurrences of bed frames thrown to pull
& break into weightlessness. it grasps the disparity connecting
an altered mind & a pure, consoled yet curious self. she walks to
be imagined whilst her ambiance is genuinely replaced with
innocent interest. with total direction she somehow reaches
a purpose that keeps her as she cannot evoke the conclusion
of made turns & roads that were crossed. in a dramatic sense: she
& i take our time considering our surroundings to retract our
epic balance. she discovers much more than what the ashes of
semblance discuss with her as her eyes gaze at the heavens.
& we attempt to smooth the details that made us so remote:
she narrows her eyes while i might never stare at much
(with intentions !) taking out different sections of life. but the
dwelling that we have in either break. she abuses slumber as do i,
& infinitely including me to have ordinary conventions at
the same times. so, a day on which i would habitually be
redeveloping my abnormal craving for instructions, & on which
she would be religiously thriving with clarity huddling roughly
& readily at the insides of her bones, we discuss the incredible
situation we boast: assembling secrets from the universe!
although inconveniently unimportant, the understanding we
behold is that of versatile inhumanity. to that we fail to drink
but we celebrate to a discussion of these incidents. the night
sky projects our marks placed into a clear view by entertaining
bright lights. somehow we are constantly exploiting the templates
for others to fill; suspicion reassures us. even now, we do nothing
to charm it though we disappear to regions that consider us as
the piece we clandestinely slept on & dwelt not even on it.
maybe behind the worst beaming faith she found it with her
narrowed eyes, but with the wind changing its purpose i find i
rather focus myself to the underlying network she tends to notice.
& upon noticing, is me: ultimately floating, not a coil to my name.
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