Saturday 1/15/2011 12:14:00 AM

the lock opens. in fits of consequence. dominoes. nudging. us. toward the nothing. gravity's open fist catching. all the little pieces. sharp and heavy. that we've left behind.

she stretches the arrow. the point becomes. the beginning and the end. and all that's in between. small lies blossoming. the whole world our porch light. and still it's dark.

the strays move through her garden. blood and teeth defend the void. tiny flowers process the confessions. of the innocent.

they're only doors. gateways to places I've been before. they were always open. the butterflies don't understand. how powerful they are.

the world ends where it began. in clenching fists. wanting more.

the weight of nothing is a heavy load.

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