Wednesday 8/09/2006 12:46:00 AM

As close as we get. Wearing those heavy belts. As young as I once was to them. Moist castles tremble under the shadows of the wave.

We don't change. It changes us. A demolition at a time.

With callous fingers that never wear the words close enough. Serving truths in paper cups. The bottoms giving way.

We're marked for failure. We draw it upon ourselves. In crayons without labels. In colors that never did have names.

Go over the edge. I want you to. Know how far we are from ourselves.

One touch at a time we count our blessings.

Until there's nothing left to feel.

1 comments:
jason evans said...

I'm impressed with the imagery. I especially loved these lines: Serving truths in paper cups. The bottoms giving way.



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