Collage [lack of voice]
Submitted by dragonvirtue on Mon.05.04.09 10:47pm
All the forces and directions, all the broken pasts and new potentials. . . . . Are screaming tidy inklines onto a 12 by 17 inch sheet of acid-free matte paper. Are building faster computers, on which music blasts and fractals spin to damage the boundaries of any nearby reality. It is easier to forgive than to forget. People require forgiveness. Destinies require forgetting. And if you forget too many destinies, your spirit runs out of directions. [Troubled hearts map deserts, and they rarely do come back.] It always makes perfect sense though only for the moment when you've laid your hands upon the truth. And now, when the perfect winter pulls away quietly, it leaves a feeling which is only identified with that of lost love. Girl. . . . Stop. It's been fun and simple, just what we needed, but back up 10 paces to see things from where I stand. I gave it a chance. I gave you a chance. And see that it doesn't work for me beyond that. I'm buried in morals, and so I must not go on. Because now, I'm picking a direction, a different one. So I don't want to go leading you on. I must go to search, and be on my own again. The fancy and likenesses have worn out, and that sanctuary of cause is calling louder. It hits me with the blues. It's not your fault. Have I a lover who is not a seeming friend, and now a friend who must no longer be a seeming lover? . . . at least all the thoughts and dreams do tangle it as such. All of the forces and directions, all the broken past and new potentials. . . . Are riding through the city parks late at night on a full suspension mountain bike with oversized spiked tires. Are leaping from the capes and cornices of the highest, steepest, mountains on the stiffest board at market, in an advanced all-mountain stance. Are playfully fighting Judoka, one after the next in body throws, choke-holds, strength and sweat dripping on the dojo mat. And still no grace. With all these strange things, this hard work, these words. . . . . What am I protecting? [I don't know] Then why are you protecting it? [Because it has a soul.] [Because it has a soul.] [Because it has a soul.]
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