Wednesday, March 4, 2009

i'm finding my bible in late-night
fate/flight
song lyric escapade
running from everything i knew as new to
not be or freely free
weird thoughts
mistakenly distraught in the cold light of morning/noon
escaping from my after before it became soon.
(seeing cross-eyed is intentional).

done and won

suddenly, (LIFE) it all makes so much sense, in that it makes no sense at all and i love that.

i'm going to go out and run until my knees collapse, sweet release (yes).

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