14.May.2002

drug-eviscerated senses

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coiling, emerging, running free

I hold tightly to the way that I'm steered, the twilight breaks through an incandescent shield and paints my vision relentlessly. The sun lowers, the stars shimmer, my thoughts cease.

The hours race.

I'm unfolding myself and shaking the remnants of today from my spine, while simultaneously waiting for the remaining hours to piece new memories together.
Although I can never be sure.

The stars are violent but loving, and I see evenings unraveling beneath their puissant gaze. And the rest is just waiting, but the noise evaporates with the growing twilight.

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time & machine