When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;
I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.
Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.
Friday, September 02, 2005
An unopened letter to God
Dear God, I have a problem
Something that I have no answers to
Perhaps I need to be vatic
in order to answer these very same questions
that I would raise up from time to time
to you but no one else in particular.
It might have been the signs
that it was something not meant to be
but would having schizophrenic conversations
with myself counts as a very good question?
Obsidian, the darkness as a monolith
the angel tilts and pours
burn a revelation into your eyes.
Cinders fallout.
radio shout outs,
people talk so damn loud.
I can't listen with all those noise
My head, or someone else's. Maybe
but I don't know.
Dear God, I have another one.
I still don't know anything
No one's getting smarter
nor getting the score
But they all know the answers
and I'm left shredding sanity in my hands.
Is it right, to be righteously wrong?
And is it wrong, to be rightfully unjustified?
May I murder you, from time to time
since you are eternal
I can do anything and you're still interminable.
I would be fine with the reverse
Just make sure you finish the job.
Dear God, please answer my questions,
because I might kill myself tonight.
verbatim 6:34 PM
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l'effet de papillon.
arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.
une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.
quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.