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By j. knipp Date: 2004 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.24.03.01.29511]] |
| I look, sure I peruse. Things piqued my attention I won't lie. But I think, what is better next to best? How can you replace happiness with happiness? In the end I don't care, I would rather rip these eyes from their chains; I would rather rip this heart from its cage. What good do they do me? I don't want some damn alternative I don't want to look anywhere else. I am not lost nor confused nor hopefully searching for that someone. I know exactly where that someone is. You can always see the moon that is not the issue. It is a issue of, no matter of how far I reach no matter how high I jump, the moon just drifts over me, just far enough away. I don't care about providence I could give a damn about fate. I don't care about that infernal clock ticking over me like some sadistic machine of torture. Go on and rack me with your molasses minute hand and your eon hour hand. I guess if the moon doesn't want to come down then I will wait for the earth to move up, Or my wings to sprout, or physics to fail. Because I know what I want and I will wait. |