Thursday 10/17/2013 12:54:00 AM

the fervent axiom. shudders and roars. pale tempests with their hungry knots. the stage confesses. to knowing. every character. all the plots. a vacant sort of immunity. where life is discarded. and these empty skins wager against gravity.

the maps breathe. life is merely a series of circumstances. reluctantly evolving to accomodate the growing hunger within.

everything is time. that omnipotent and poisonous god. all our touches are minutes. all our words are seconds. and for so long we wait. expecting they will be counted.

even if it's only at the end.

the oblique angles. this suicide of when. becomes her. the furture erupts in small ripples. until oceans separate them.

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