LIFE ON THE EDGES
Quadrillian fandango going nowhere,
stepping sideways over rockfields of
doubt and motion - delicious proclivities
for love and abeyance, for reading
stories in the fossils of huge stones:
'this one flew without wings, this one
left thought-patterns on the outside of its
skull, this one, while technically blind, could
only see THROUGH things.' I sometimes just
say a simple 'yes'. If I really believed these
tales I'd be mad with fear by now, AND long
ago as well. We are, after all, only the human
sum totals of all the crap we believe in. I
want to understand you - maybe that makes
sense - and don't really care about the rest.
A full and total understanding would be best.
What you look like naked, how you moan beneath
the moon and stars, where you hide those
little things that make you precious. Special
moments beneath an oh-so-ordinary sun, one
different diamond in a boxful of coal.
Quadrillian fandango going nowhere,
stepping sideways over rockfields of
doubt and motion - delicious proclivities
for love and abeyance, for reading
stories in the fossils of huge stones:
'this one flew without wings, this one
left thought-patterns on the outside of its
skull, this one, while technically blind, could
only see THROUGH things.' I sometimes just
say a simple 'yes'. If I really believed these
tales I'd be mad with fear by now, AND long
ago as well. We are, after all, only the human
sum totals of all the crap we believe in. I
want to understand you - maybe that makes
sense - and don't really care about the rest.
A full and total understanding would be best.
What you look like naked, how you moan beneath
the moon and stars, where you hide those
little things that make you precious. Special
moments beneath an oh-so-ordinary sun, one
different diamond in a boxful of coal.
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