24 October 2010

and it was never resolved, the hierarchy, the light, secret
data points, windows without curtains.

codes that kiss your symmetry, a monotony of instinct.
understanding how you came to this place

and how you'd leave it.
as a dream you took along whose words were playthings

swept the room in lovely waters.
a personal one whose hesitation was exhausted.

/"letter written on the 27th of october, harvest moon, nearly perfect sky after having rained, the radio left on" from the book dear body: by dan machlin