Saturday, September 22, 2007

river of souls.

the clock ticks.
tick.
tick.
tick.
tick.
tick.
and still i am here.

in front of a blinking screen,
faceless, secret.

i am another thumbnail,
an icon.

and people call this
"connecting."

think of words, think of pens.

imagine a new Ancient Philippines.
Uncolonized.

Imagine lack of words.
Imagine a new language.

Imagine the word "tiger."
Pair it with "economy."

silence uncleansed. words cease.
conflict unbecoming.
noise.
noise.
patience amid the darkness. darkness..
thorns crossed. bleeding.
love.
care.
mastery of the night.
flames of oblivion. arrows from everyone.
terror.
terror.
belief undying, soul clenched.
myself myself myself.
me.
torment unreal, untrue.
streaming, ideas.
streaming.
useless, typing of words, markers of the tongue.
makeshift.
unclean.
scream coherence.
scream now. now. now . now. now. now.
patience limited. face unseen.
love. love.
isnt'.
stalk. see. beauty.
condition, unpresent.
faceless.

and the .45 caliber pistol bleeding on my temple says nothing, for it is a .45 caliber pistol.

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