MMIX.i

posted by john on 3 January 2009 to writing

autos pass like stream of breath
destinations as fractions in time and purpose.
like such dreams
there awaited the persuading ease of laughter.
each chuckle mocked the other
soothing insecurities of self-medication.

remarked awareness filled like liquid on anxiety
morse-code predictions of raised instructions in the dark.

confluence of concrete and water
a pinpoint. a tick. a spec.
floating from abyss to oasis and back

hum filled vacancy anticipating cue.
tones building upon themselves
as silent beats keep perfect time.
voids supplied answers in grey, black and white
their silence would tell the story to those willing to listen.

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