Approximately
Chronométrer ne existe pas.
Condition est le voleur.
Mais...
Nous sommes astucieux.
06.18.2010
Pasadena
Nova
Distant, calm and resolute.
Crawling low and breathing small.
Sparks of smiles once settled,
warrent firestorms.
You are nova breathing quiet,
in your shine loving loud.
Unvarying and inward bending.
Simple answers seeded amid the insidious earthly rind.
What shakes her sound shares colors of touch.
Vociferous infastructure, constrained and constricted within the integrated contested self.
Strife and struggling for supperiority of being so small.
Weightless angst.
Dissconnect.
Realign.
A rythm and warm perception is our synchronized anomaly.
Forgiveness, the poison bath water we wade in.
12.16.2009
San Francisco