Friday, October 17, 2014

17 october



because it’s quiet in the dark when there’s no one home – the days to years to hours left before tomorrow comes – calendars and rutabagas equally irrelevant – why the call has no answer, why it becomes no call – even with all the space we push to gain, the space remains within, between – why good for you is something else, why good for me’s unknown

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