Thursday 5/05/2011 12:16:00 AM

patterns resolve to the expected. nooses cinch on gravity's yell. atoms dance. as if the world is ending. because it always is.

she tugs on the drawstring. the timeline yields. she nestles in the folds and pleats. an orphan with mothers too many.

the world yawns. fire and tornadoes. the moment screams. only sparks and breezes. dwarfed by the notion that her breadcrumbs have been eaten.

a tarnished path. a stray picnic of need. all the nourishment sours in the sun. but we continue to eat.

sick with reasons to justify the disease. poison apples ripe with gravity.

the ghosts work themselves out. but the people tend to linger.

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