trapdoor

sentience, you toss morals into brick-laid worlds, you sprawl out i've seen hunger the size of inner city core-temperatures (rising) and you just, this world just...

clones down the sad parts, repeat on the undone lives the wrapped around moments and when we're so wrapped up in our own lives in our own life the details get fuzzy. so i try to pan it out try to keep it locked neat and tidy in perspective where words are even demons for the sunrise that comes only to bodies scattered feild-side and lovers who are waiting for it not to end waiting for it to keep on keep on until the sand washes from the beaches...we are the tide-

eyelashes tremble and worries take place that lodge themselves lodge themselves in mysteries beyond shortage, beyond happiness, too little humility (too much love strewn by roadsides: let rot, let loose) or worse than that we end up alone because so often we fail to realize that we were already there already there already knowing learning thinking hoping (circles come clear from the wreckage) and lives are lost to apathy everyday we just turn turn turn our heads around (if you don't see it, it doesn't exist) and we are we have we will reportedly regret it...

2004-06-08 | 7:52 p.m.
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