In the backwoods of a world made of tunnels, I dreamed us, but a long time ago. Now I remember, why all this recognition, now.
There was this cobweb of pine forest, and hills, everything the color of a fox in the mud. In the secret tunnels of a house abandoned on a hill, like ragged roadkill, full of old junk from god knows when, and a pale grey network over all of it, as if to clutch it with frantic ownership. But thats not us; no, we are exploring this haunted world with our flashlights, I thought maybe, we are twelve? We were the kids who ride bikes out to places like that, with secret premonitions. This is how it will be: in a secret world, you and I will be the rebel army that overthrows vast empires, dust, sadness, every hammer that bashes a head. We have a secret mission, a secret war to wage, and this ship to wage it from, you and I. All my secret premonitions are the glitter of where you stood in the second I saw you, really, for the first time walking alive. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
