(from the moon series)
does not exist. For there are no eyes
to witness. There is no planet to orbit.
There is no starlight to reflect.
There is no point of reference outside
itself to unmoon. Thus, beside the universe
there is nothing else. No chairs
or tables to consider. No asteroid belt.
A vacancy surrounds. Slowly wraps
itself around. Slowly erases existence.
Slowly hums soundlessly.
Slowly permeates the void.
Slowly.
Apr 4, 2010
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Mad Moon Over Mehringdamm
It was the whisper behind your words, after being scared shitless by the description of the eight of cups, that triggered the vanishing of o...
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of standing in a room full of people listening to my friend of twenty three years introduce me. He talks of ping pong and sail bo...
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it was hungry, i could tell the yellow bicycle i was ten, it was hungry it was raining, i heard the window told me i could tell, that old fe...
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(from the moon series) The last stop before sleep. The idle lights and cold marble ground. The conveyor belts of the soul. Someone ha...
I like this one. You clearly evoke the emptiness of isolation where time may or may not exist. This is a black hole just outside ourselves.
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