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I

You respond
so passive,
not unlike certian angels glowing.
The light, which had appeared to be calm at first,
that poured from you like rain,
now turns grey in the sun.

my question,
elated,
quivering shining silver voice
dusty from my rapid heartbeat
asks directly:
lightning speed.

Go to hell,
I don't remember what the question was,
though i can still form the words on my lips like photographs.

***

I wrote that my freshmen year of college. My things have changed.

and in different settings i consume the latter part of you, the vulnerable showing part like the belly.

last night i was having serious auditory hallucinations brought on by the drone of the air conditioner, sometimes i like when that happens, but last night i just kept thinking that there was a distant radio on, or that my discman started playing by itself.

i had a dream about a woman who had been murdered a decade ago, i don't know who she was, but she was killed in a forest and has been pregnant. Then i had a second dream where i was at my high school graduation again but this time it was in a funeral home.....then i was in a city of ruins, enter the ghetto.

lost again

there were gargoyles talking and frightened gorillas in it. My last thought was about diane fossey.

no i didn't watch gorillas in the mist before i went to bed.

Was listening to And One just before, god i love the german language.