Thursday 12/23/2010 12:55:00 AM

the snow pretends to fall. heavy shadows. there, but overlooked. the ocean pretends to pause. the waves and the sand discussing. how wrecked the castles are.

I had tomorrow, but I gave it up. wrinkled in the paper losing track of the villains. and the heroes. maps drawn on sore skin. to treasures unclaimed. years carved into bitter bones. revealing at last. their ageless portraits.

I had tomorrow, but today arrived before it. weak and sweaty and wanting a reason to go on.

the bones pretend this jello around them is not superfluous. the minute tragedies of want. multiplying like flickering fluorescents. growing weaker the longer they stay on.

the light wanders. desperate for when. there was more than darkness.

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