and it moves like ninja in windy night, taste slightly bitter - like metal rings left in puddle for a week, this new second was aware of itself - it fell out of time - made no effort to win a place in history. I stare across dry walls and electric wires into the vast ocean of sky you were swimming in random arcs - like sleep learning of itself - I am drunk with awareness of you.
Posted by Bill at April 30, 2003 12:42 AM