Thursday, December 16, 2010
the end of it
The end if it did come created the beginning. From beyond the grave echo the force, full, from within. Welcome to the tundra, thunder of fire from the earthen grounds. you, us, I, wither to death, to dust to coral. Have you ever seen under the complex water, negative currents, murky, unsure, without factual bearing. Meaningless. The death stops no, not a thing, the heart as an image, a sign, or more so, a physical muscle. Words like antiretralviral, despise, normal, make some feel safe as others feel without, without knowledge, without fear. can we see truly you, us to be. at birth
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