will sail across the sea
fog billowing round strained mast
trailing fingers in water
liquidity of thought
ahead with no acuity
sheets of glass lapping in futility
watch the line turn
there is nothing here
this is where time dies
July 1, 2009
February 19, 2009
you move with the sun
voluntary blindness
self-distraction
feigned indifference
discuss nothing reveal nothing
just keep repeating
don't get attached
don't get attached
don't get attached
don't-
fuck.
self-distraction
feigned indifference
discuss nothing reveal nothing
just keep repeating
don't get attached
don't get attached
don't get attached
don't-
fuck.
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