time dilates. as it's wont to do. all paper machines and folded roads. time dilates and the years blind us. too bright. too big. too close.
the past is a hunter. the future is prey.
this voice. this broken lens. focuses on the horizon. everything is a photograph. strangled moments desperate to breathe again.
this body. this stubborn glass. refuses the science. unwilling to shatter. all tangents and decimals against the impossible symmetry of how.
portions. skeptical flesh considers.
the constant paradox of if.
the random. paths stumble. choices knot. small stones emerege among a persistent avalanche.
Friday
1/30/2015 12:08:00 AM
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