Tuesday 4/08/2014 12:23:00 AM

her skewed geometry of touch. arrives in heavy downpours. yet manifests in delicate floods.

collisions and droughts pierce the sober wind. life is a series of butterflies chewing off their own wings.

no sneeze. no chain of events. the empty abyss that surrounds us our only connection.

the rain breathes. in slender angles that give us strength to dare. the water sings its path. a graceful cascade of ghosts in a last surrender to gravity.

her eyes like broken math. a frenzy of calculations desperate for an answer.

her lips are sour candy. but sugar is all i taste.

change is always ready. but sometimes the caterpillar delays.

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