doves lost in this abstract dance. each integrated hang from the dawn. distanced upon the mountain, alongside my motionless expression. grey light tormenting time. in this radio wavelength. the bed of the unmade satellite. pending time for loss of glass that turns my arms, and all the unspoken pain limbs torn from this very day. pitch controlled dreamer. driving down, somewhere in San Francisco. i saw cooler eyes then. this pristine silk flowing ribbon keeps me alive. it keeps me alive until time finally gives me a chance. and not just another lonely night. the feeling that this chase will represent my whole life. forgetting the foolish things you taught me. forgetting my own face. finding an embrace at the rivers edge.
purr
november 14th 2002 chrysalis