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By j. knipp Date: 2004 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.09.01.25.30624]] |
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I could live my life in regret for not saying these things. Even though I know people do live their life in regret for saying things too. Then again they are just words and they are fleeting... perhaps reinforced by the paper they fall upon, but in the end like all things not eternal. So I will say them. Late Night Ramblings #8 (unsent#3) You defy the logic in me. It sinks away like fiction confronted by light. It is so that I lose certainty of all things. I fixate on an improbable, impossible idea... I think of waiting six months for you. I think of waiting forever for you. I think if you were the distant voice of the stars I would command mortality to be gone that I may wait the light years needed to see your glimmering voice. And while I wait I will climb the highest mountain... and learn what it is to be stone, gathering moss to me as I listen to the sky, listen for the black-cloaked charioteer of night to bring your voice. And I will wait until time has forgotten me, neutron stars will be to me as children. I see the screen of the sky its many diadems shimmering down on me. A million fold, all so glorious, but they are all false suns. Only one moon favors this sky. I will bear her ritual absences they cannot undo me. I will love her no matter her phase. |