just add water

sometimes i am the failure of only moments and only halfway there only haflwayt near as good as all of everything i think i say i pray this sound of clicking keys at a little past early-as-fuck in the morning rings true to me rings levelled eyes outwards like water spreading across tables and breath opening into the air in cold winter mornings (like today) and how it happens is surely more magical or surely more filled with dulldrums than any of me can imagine it just unfolds like patterns for dressmakers and then scissor-cuts down chalk lines and what's left is the shell of what one day will be fine and lieflike, shaing around hips and holding up across delicate shoulders and resting there downwards across breasts and away from there---cloth that draws eyes toward the object it hides the object it hides and somehow in some small stupid way that's how all of this works i think all of this works kind of like that and i'm glad enough sure enough so i keep knocking them out knocking new ones down letting the eyes of all great words slowly turn to me and one day one day soon as mud we'll be free of all that....

2004-11-30 | 8:32 a.m.
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