Current mood:

cold

we join the dancer now,
back stage.

tired and aching from emotional surf waves
turned time after into
translation: physical exhaustion; beat down; germs slip in

grey matter on the rocks: slow & cold
twisted theory
Time to shelve the books again. Titles never opened, just
Seized, in a flurry of excited
Hope that this time there might be a this time to see clear

Not that anything in particular has gone wrong,
gone different even,
perhaps we see more in stark relief. The lines & parables
//situational existence\\ are blacker;
more ink drawn down the sky.

Funny ironic. Sex becomes leaving; staying; going; taking; pure
physical and letting go
weight; sharp bright sky! intended pain
as if to rend the stars apart, as if...
As if to find by wrecking
a veil that never is to be. No subtle meanings, this
bar room dance floor,
covered in glass & whiskey,
Balm and fodder for her soul
for her cunt
De-activate the brain
hold on to him so tightly

Events pass in shadowbox
wondering at meaning is not allowed in here,
there is none, and was none,
but that the circle came closed,
and you'd do it again,
again,
again,
but for time, and other small problems. And would you,
wolf girl, be
Happy with that?
quite possibly?
Maybe?

Such things are not ours to know; the wheel does not spin out of focus
[Focus]
so far; not now

she sits confused
a'baffled
knowing only there are holes