Nova Zemlya

whether it be you or I that measures the moments one of us constantly -breaks the motion is ticking the pendulum sweeping parabolas arching extensions through time by which we connect i mention quietly you rain down the heavens i cannot imagine reaching to your absence [eloquent stutterings of a segment of space which reverberates with a meaning----------lostamemory long distorted      copper coins tarnished to pay the fare:::temptations {to destroy all but the truth}spake Hamelin attracting the rats sickening spiral of the lies intruding everysecondminuteofwaking_____ a grip which slips upon your wrists whenever the cards fall.           The skies are revolving under my feet.           Unhinged and suspended in spatial constellations equals ecstatic transcendence.           Movement revolts; my cochlea cracks.           All too self-referential.] ....It's all a shocking process of self-elimination, please remain seated, it's secretly glorification.... Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 01:38 AM PST, Kirsten Dengler   10 • 0