We can make more of an effort than this, can't we? I don't know how to do this, without you I am stunned; and I miss even your chastisements the fingers being pointed are so lovely; and I have investments in your eyebrows. If we're always flinching these gestures can't be slow if you can't just be there can it really be apathy? I am afraid I do not know me unless you are biting your lip and slightly unnerved, but if not all the better, as long as I can see you walking. Your footprints in soil are tiny indentations of truth against a world about to crumble giving way to something else- a thirsty fog, turning me to vapor; a darkened sky I would float towards- all of the world is turning into naked atoms, and I will fall until I can see them holding you; and that is why you are more beautiful than words: you are always whole. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
