Saturday, May 31, 2008

• day [thirty one]

  As the coldness slips away from fingertips like the light escaping our eyes, one has to look back and reflect upon the skyless wonder of it all.
  
  All things reach this point, I'm sure we are all aware now of what that point is but to give it name is to give it power.  It will hold it over us all before we can even taste it for ourselves.
  
  What will come of the boy with puzzling gaze?  Or the girl with no name?
  
  Things are always left unknown in this voiceless abyss.  Things are left too soon.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Are we where we wanted to be?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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