Tuesday, March 24, 2009


never listened

Sometimes the unsaid screams louder.
After all, meaninglessness dries it up.
(It wounds
like a worm eating salt,
swarming in saliva)
In the end, it was left behind
like a shredded blank

Nowhere near as close
as far as it can be.
At times it blurs so much
it's hard to see clearly.

With each step the fall
becomes more steep.
The upwards spiral
and the backwards plunge.
Always a fault to fall through.
And crack.

tomorrow. Acceleration.

It's not about words anymore.
It stays
and moves
and breathes
and does. Again.

It's getting closer.

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