

FallI saw him today. Through the window of that place we went to the first morning after I spent the night. Strange. Thats how I felt. And I guess thats what the situation was, too. But more, I felt strange. Like that time he told me about how his brother died. Kind of numb, but my heartbeats getting louder and louder and louder until they drown out every other soundFall
I froze outside the window, staring at him. Just for a second, I told myself, just one second to rememorize ever plane of his face, every wrinkle by his eye. Those blue, blue eyes. It didnt take long. Why rememorize when its already etched i


Andromeda and the Dying SunAstronauts claim their fame rests on Mars, within the slumbering ice caps and cracks, Olympus Mons and the glistering garnet soil.Andromeda and the Dying Sun
I am more famous than them all.
For every night I am there, printing Martian clay with my paw. Curious to be an eagle, I leap toward gemstone shades, soaring to diamond and opal and aquamarine, trading oxygen for helium. There goes the King of the Sea, its misty, ringed kiss whispering luck and love and comfort.
The speed of light is on my side, and I am old. I am young.
A star, unknown to astronauts, pulls me in. It draws me near, and we love for an eon. My he


elegy in c minor.elegy in c minor.elegy in c minor.
twelve. at the piano he sits his fingers are poised over her ivory keys like death angels over the lord's bones. as though they are attracted but never meant to meet, and his breath rattles through his body with each inhale. fleeting is the first touch, a tangle of notes pure in their discord and there are oceans and sprawling foreign lands between us. following: the resurrection.
a cacophony. your hands work at the grand and bring forth an adagio of melancholy. each note rings lonely into the air and i am trapped in an evening four years in the
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angeloflove
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Death is the only constant.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
I'm with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma
by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
roof they've come to drop angelic bombs
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Hear lit tweet here
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an antique arms and armor expert
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