Saturday 2/04/2006 01:11:00 AM

It questions, but I don't answer. I back out of that parking space without thinking about how I'll get into it again.

How cold is the bottle as you hold it to your forehead. Another iceberg melting quickly in your hands.

As close as it is I still can't see it. The anchor drifting below the surface. To keep this ship where it is.

I want to dream again, but I don't know how. I close my eyes and sleep, but all I do is wake up too late. As thought all my life has happned without me present.

And we are.

Just treasure maps of drunken pirates.

Counting footsteps. Diggeing for.

Dreams no lnonger ours.

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