blackout

just let me down, this glowing orange peel way: we try everything beneath the satelites to smile and let's just be (alone), some people are too old to pray: gorgeous, we try everything under the satelites to quiet down and let's not disapear this summer, let's not waste away (enjoy a good life with not too many restless nights) and salvation is only one breath short of everything we need-

oh, let's try it out on a few different scales, see how much adds up under sunlight when we're not drowning shy: orchids bloom and we watch the wind carry worries away, rain wash sex from our skin (not enough lasting troubles this time around, somehow earthly justice fails us every time and i am...

you can mean it if you want, i'll try not to believe (you know how) and we can just lay here quietly (more than anything, good)

time, you're a fader now and we can only bring you up just so much before the sun gets bored with all this round and round (contesting virtues outlast matrimony) and something tels me somehow that all of this is coming through in clicks and beeps (a fragile morse code in the sand) : the good life is waiting, wanting.

wind, you're close enough to care and i am here, tinkering with mousetraps and chiseling out the last few details of a novel: no more sympathies and this (yule-tide) we'll be arranging all the old factory beliefs into systems that can be understood with math and here: keeping still and safe, we'll be everything the rest won't need, this life won't be under us- just more.

2004-04-30 | 7:20 p.m.
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