the saddest blog that ever was
11.02.2005:
"purpose is but the slave to memory"
and our two thus so thoroughly entwined
is the mere prick of fate's incommensurability
at keeping pace with presentness unchained
unrolling ever backwards on a skein of time
in which i was yours and i longed to make you mine.
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An animal 1000 miles long
ontically speaking, does not exist
as elephants lumbering across a distance
in the desert places of the eye's mind
exists for me: countless dreams of infinite subjectivity
My elephant thirsts for scorching sand and wind
and dusty parabolas of time, also
that first dawning under the archway where we kissed
all these empty useless passions
plague like mice the ceaseless stomping feet of mankind
Blog // 3:48 AM
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