Thursday 11/18/2010 12:46:00 AM

targets sway. weapons are fixed. zippers open. to reveal. endless staircases. littered with empty gloves and broken clocks. the crippled machine tickles the edges of the chasm. as i attempt to calculate. how long it's been.

curious devils with their gnarled sticks. beating the drums shamed angels have abandoned. it's still a song either way. the echo of footsteps as the ladder collapses. an epic earthquake no one feels. the rumble in my fingers. a weak substitute for all the destruction that remains muted.

the hours reveal their ruptures. soundless volcanoes. cold fires burn nothing. adjusting her mask she sees the abyss's temptation. everything is so far away. i must get closer.

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