eat and air

warm and arid light barelyfalls, shin arches upward, breeze across my lips- i can feel the morning falling open, a crack through space and light trickles in, then, like noah's calm clear world, a flood, and the day is awake alive and seething temerate love goes insane and we are all laughing. the plants are growing, the grass is getting greener, the water of the streets is drying and everyone, everywhere, is coming back home. tonight is not the night to breathe.

"stop breathing. stop breathing. breathing for me now."
-stephen malkmus

2003-05-09 | 3:41 p.m.
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