windage
someday, when i am iridescent. once dust grey.
who will be there? am i unsupported & shimmering?
insides for complexions. complexes for simplicity.
i am wondering about drifting.
not down roads, but on winds.
cadence, and cascade.
where the air fussed, but kept up with us.
posted by tim @ 9/21/2004 10:50:00 PM
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2 Comments:
Ahh. It's like a sigh. Set adrift on the winds of my memory in the land of my dark and hollow heart. Ahh.
Ok. I'm not picking on you. Really.
Come home soon. I miss you.
Sides, Matt has a surprise for you. And no, it's not like his last surprise. This one requires him to keep his pants on.
I'm a fan of words. What can I say?
Home is on Wednesday? If I am so lucky?
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