Cipher
By agora
The Cipher He counts things. He knows how many bushels of hunger fill a Baltimore and Ohio boxcar. He knows the average weight of a horny August firefly. He knows how many blood vessels there are in a blind cycloptic eye. He knows the latitudes and longitudes where the greatest miseries are. He knows the approximate decibel level of his imaginary lover’s loudest moan. He knows how many people it takes to be utterly alone. He knows how many miles it is from precisely here to exactly there. He knows the life span of an extraordinary star in an ordinary galaxy. He knows how much weight a vacant and abandoned heart can bear. He knows how many doctors in his vicinity practice bad psychiatry. He knows to the millisecond how long it takes a dream to die. But he does not know hello welcome I love you I need you I am your friend thank you or good bye. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 12:40 PM PST 0 • 1
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