

If strangers forgetIf strangers forget Life ends- I, not the possible, Of truth (In eachIf strangers forget
Of are selfs, touching) Complete. Our not is truthfully (and so to light) Ever: Through each We two become aware
- e.e. cummings and the hound


A Distant YouI look at us now, drifted across awakened shores, and I feel broken. I taste the salt of the ocean on my lips, straining to feel your life WithinA Distant You
Darkness stills through the night as if it were my heart. No longer will I stride. I sit now, open handed, wondering how far Ive walked since the last Time I saw you
How long Ive kept the not of I
Here beauty finds no voice,
Recognition no means of truth. Only through the moment can I look back. Only clay  


ShortcomingsToo few met, and once passed Never to be kindled, Faces dance like silhouettes of latent relations within belated eyesShortcomings
Thoughts compound and constrict the movements held by fate while Untold truths become nothing more than faded desires If not experienced through the soul of time
The heart provokes but years of weighted materialization Bind the tongue and divide the mind
And the self is left formless, An eidolon upon which double nature blinds.
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come with me and the vodka...
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come with me and the vodka...
The exits are here, here and here, please enjoy flying with us.
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