wet hands washing out the sea

last night dreamt of lone castles buried under sand and sadness so i was digging snatching at handfuls of sand trying to get at them get at it bringing the best of me out and turning it into my worst case scenario or maybe the other way around the other way around is usually how things happen

kept carrying buckets of sand i'd dug free to the ocean and dropping them in like sand dollars stuck ashore and dying i saved the life of sand or maybe sand saved my life but soon (clearly) i was going to be able to see the sides of the castles and maybe before long climb inside where all things to be learned from our past comes true comes out of the closet that we hide our ideas in where so many great ones men women children men women sinners love-makers monks nuns holy men are turning out to be fakes like so much of our lives

a crash course in things lost and regained like our own souls and how it happens to be is how it is they say and i am only interested inw hat can be rewritten and the rules can be changed for (those are the things that interest me now)

2004-06-26 | 7:16 p.m.
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