executing the void. in failing umbrage. purchasing the wind. in debt and cinder. the swell of surrender an absurd comfort. the scrape of resilience louder than doubt's conceit.
i went into the woods. and the woods went into me.
the fickle of time. all pocket knives and misdirection. as the path constricts and the journey is realized.
we're small. pinholes in the distance. elegant poisons. antidotes still undecided.
we don't go all those miles. they take us there. on leashes made of glass. with stones in our fists.
betrayed by the convoluted geography of touch.
persuaded by the quiet wars.
the rainfall is significant. still our thirst persists.
Saturday
8/05/2017 02:49:00 AM
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