Wednesday 1/31/2007 12:49:00 AM

Ugly synonym plague the ground. As we carve the outline once our stance. Colors turn and coil the axis. In puzzles solved without the heart. A rubik's cube come between us. As we lurch toward the squares that never move.

The movies lie. The weather guesses. But nothing we know has ever known us. Not the skins we've peeled from them. Nor the ones they pulled from us.

There is always autumn even during summer. Dark leaves on the brink. Anticipating the fall.

This cold cotillion that wears my lust boasts of pennies we've yet to toss. At fountains full of unheard wishes.

The darkness pomps like a petty god. Knowing it's the only one we have left.

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