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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 Oct 14 Comment on this Work [[2008.10.14.08.39.7739]] |
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moonlight frosting runneled condensation bottles of ink lining the sill chilled pre-dawn autumnal air so cold in my shift, these thin sheets no protection so cold the thin film of ice I scratch into the brass nib heavier than my hand can hold easily the words spidery, stilted, a spell half spun and so cold the emptiness your missing voice your absence keenly felt a wound the full unsilence white noise, moon noise static across the space between us the vacuum and dust of so many failed flights scratched record radiation of so many rocket launches to nowhere, leaping up into the stratosphere only to fall back to earth on fire lucifer's laughter to splash down impotent having only achieved a part of a dream (did we fail to dream enough?) one small step is too far and you wonder what is wrong you wonder why the distance grows it isn't, it doesn't it's only that we feel it more sometimes when the moon pales and the chill air enforces the small coldness the loneliness of these sheets the deep fears of insignificance of efforts never made of time spinning thinner of impermanence the words scratched into ice that will melt when the day dawns leaving only a faint memory of the feelings until the moon shines on them again unending cycles lonely lunacy |