Sunday, August 24, 2008

(untitled)

Both of us go through life
drenched by the liquid sky
captured by the insane dancing
startled and repelled by the maddening sound
we hear but can't recall,
as if we dreamed it
and forgot
the noise we call
sensation and lust.

We are too busy with all of these
to step back from
the flickering delusions
projected on the scrim.

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