Sunday 9/24/2006 12:25:00 AM

There's no color now. You're all as dark as you began. Fractured photographs clinging to the lines.

I know I'm wrong.

But right is debatable.

Leave those explanations on the playground. For the wheeze of empty swings to decide. We collaborate when it suits us. As though there is a timeline to our change.

Peeling the apples eden has tempted us with. Removing the skins from unnameable truths. Because the gods we worshipped weren't listening. And the ones that heard us had their own plans.

I don't have somewhere to go. Only where I've been. Strong as the ashes that try to know.

Why it's over.

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