I've already forgotten how you whisper. Time is an echoing chant. Anyway, what is essential? or weakness? or parting?
Because beneath this ugly apparatus, was: an omofilofilos ex machina; a kolombaras; a moment, which was all it took; and a dark shadow moving slowly under the floodwaters. I held my breath and pressed my hands against the glass; it all passed by too closely to breathe.
Once upon a time, there was a man who was made weak from a dress. Oh, that old story again. Right. Well, the day Humbert died, 1000 petals fell and breaking like glass against your pride scattered across the pavement like so many gems freed from their settings.
So much for that. (Or maybe it should be written: So much. For that?)
Anyway, I found this on my refrigerator today: "I felt a tiny dream two friends one love" - and - "you crush/lust me i/time want/s us together"
It's just magnetic poetry that fell out of a box, all of this. Maybe I wrote some of it. Maybe some of it was written for me. (Or maybe all of it.)