Saturday, March 24, 2012

Dancing Alone

In my room
this techy-dub-house
 2 and 2
dream of  raptors
 wings, talons, whatever
skulk in this place
for some exchange

anything like,
 a fire uninfluenced
in copious fuel

and fantasize about overpowering limbs
as though the need to ever have to;
 thinking how hard something can catch my trigger
And detonate
like a scream through dimension

Because not every-fucking-waking-second was a long moment that dragged
winding the road to the highest branch
woven within these white rooms
something beautiful can be found 
destroy ourselves to become immortal 
Not that a name is any representation 

All that matters is ephemeral
Let nothing be left undone 

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