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By Ali Date: 2007 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2007.06.05.10.27.14858]] |
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Opposition, odds and ends, the tangled warnings of your smile, a quickly disappearing (reappearing) resonance— but which corner of catastrophe am I inclined to believe? This wreckage is an under-the-soul tattoo, a two-timed trouble that falls back, in the middle of the words I’m seeking, speaking like seventeen was yesterday, practicing my prayers of enlightenment, remembering which beads lead to disillusionment: remember, I cannot be caught, and all I am is an offer. Your eyes say that it’s pushing through just to push, just to break the skin again, promising a summer of snap decisions and abandon—a surrender to the arrhythmic beats of your heart that you forgot to untangle. |