the reason why i still try

in dreams there are secret codes, answers to how music works int he way she touches herself. signals transmitted, equations that can be read and understood simply by watching her slide her fingers across her wet flesh. but i am outside, not looking. i am busy rolling up car windows or talking to friends. i will have to be told of the codes later. i will be briefed only after the fact. everyone else will already know.

i woke early hoping for the chance, the right to kiss you good morning, kiss her good morning and one thing, another, you (she) rolled from bed early and with sound (loudness), the others woke and neither of us were able to kiss you. i wondered who you wanted to kiss. i thought after hearing codes transpired, the explanation to all time signatures as only einstein could have grasped, that it must have been him.

when i woke i though that all day i thought that. now, having gorwna day older, that it was me it always was, whatever the rest.

i am the runner that broke the ribbon and cannot ponder why i lost.

i missed it not becuase you wanted him to see it, but because i wasn't looking.

and so, that said, heretofor or more, it is easy maybe sometimes, and i can do it am capable, will be the roecord keeper of your dazzling beauty, the stockholder of your every little amazing. grant me a smile, and i can tell them how the ships set sail.

(1000.)

2003-12-23 | 4:08 p.m.
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