On Being Named in Nameless Places
Thu, 9 Apr 2009 at 01:48pm
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I'm pushing through facelessness.
Exiting. Striding by. Hitting past. Get away.
Outside, wavelengths disappear and blues shift between
Us. Shadows embrace. Zeno impresses that
It's not what it looks like. Our
Eyes touch.
Who are you?
Our strides cross and slice.
Ulterior suspicion descends.
Where are you going?
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Juju
2009-04-11
You're beyond me. My head's still wrapping...
sold
2009-04-23
Zeno is a terrible thing
