Tuesday, November 13, 2007

streams of thought...

listen to the tiny drips of anxiety seeping relentlessly from my tiny thoughts that create something but not anything real but more of a lifeline

speed along the little highways of deep resonation, depth around a pool of ever shrinking possibilities that widen this perception into a space that easily fits on the pin of a head

bottom out the corresponding virtue of a magical giant who resides in my mouth

he will not expunge the virtue of his own brilliantly flying bullet

I am a word that drips from my heart without the mindless virtue of knowing a soul exists there

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