I have been an example, an excuse
something is proved through
me
you're not listening if
- you miss the point of their screams
- you don't know what configuration
has made their statements possible
the world is further
and deeper than we thought
and what we know of it unravels
from our hands like fallen banners
the moon disappears
behind the schoolyard trees
boys playing games
that kill them, eventually
beyond the horizon, lightning cracked
its white sheets
the migraine of potential
wrong stormed toward us
frenzied with stars
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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