oh, look at the time look at that world it's coming and twisting me up sometimes lifetimes spent dashing through paperwork or calls answered or messages received and that's how most lives happen maybe how most things go maybe it's how it is for most people and maybe sometimes i am the pattern that burns just like all the others but maybe sometimes i am walks taken and doors opened and talks about coordinates that hold some small sense of mystery or maybe i'm hours tossed off and mail opened or else maybe i'm dust from feet seas i swam and weather i watched

or coffee cups consumed

or laughs that pulled hands to stomachs

or good tunes pressing past.

and i like it best when it's everywhere every way coming and days are just lines between lives.

2008-03-17 | 3:03 p.m.
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