Friday, January 28, 2011

empty hands

this is.
collateral pause,
the sound of a thousand
monotonous bells
tolling at days end for
thoughts to erroneously
magnanimously
rebound
dispel


into something more dark
less sordid
than i 
(thought.) 


i need this
hate it
want it


suspension


the rush of dominoes to fall
and topple
card towers
cloud castles
and anything un-firmed.


into 
-blank-
quiet.

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