Wednesday 12/28/2011 12:16:00 AM

listen to the vein. silent curtain. deaf bridge. between need and want. critical stranger. under the skin.

if i could build a time machine i wouldn't need to. that is the paradox.

a bite of shame. a chew of submission. barefoot on cold ceramic. the sway of the tiles underfoot. as the Earth exhales.

position is relative. duration inherent. the wind bends as she walks into the storm. a perpetual clock. Always at the beginning. Always at the end.

the hours manipulate. tensile puzzles. beat the sand. manias of mortality. sway to the music of addicts. in floods of ink. in wrinkles of when. all that now is real refracts. is splintered under the scrutiny of distance's dead stare.

she rights her tilting dolls. envying their plastic limbs. frozen fingers. still cradling what was never there.

I have this time machine.

I just don't know what to do with it.

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