Saturday 12/27/2014 12:07:00 AM

it's not far. you just need to know how to get there. the angles are blunt. you have to take that into consideration.  there isn't any narrator to explain what's going on. there isn't any table of contents. the story simply lurches forward.

it just happens.

there aren't any traffic signals. there's no speed limit. the head crawls. while the skin sprints. life shrugs. a boulder on a thread.

more crooked folds and empty spaces. a gorgeous catalog of useless epiphanies.

there is a certainty. a voice in the wind. a crease in the darkness. that still remembers.

how close it once was.

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