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1:56 AM 8/28/2002
other than the fact that the air about you is resilient, that which I sense, subtil movement. extreme. five hours and exact change. you understand the white space. I know - far cry. it's a moment of bizarre contributions, her angle swiftly hangs in the air, still resilient. it's the quiet critiqué borne on wings of shadow. it's evolution. for the last time, please don't leave without me. pleasedon't unraavl me. your undeniable bittersweet is starshine tangle and resonance, glitter. loud music. loud dream music and variable pulsating dream dream dream. ah, resolve. ah, direction. it's the beach at nicht with your face around my spine. my spine! codiene. years ago. years and fading. fading and melancholy. some constants. undepth, a girl. sacred map of the world. a dry world. five hours into November, I'm on the floor again, listening to the window(sad. I'm in the airlike a shotgun like a sienar bird
10:07 PM 8/28/2002
either which way a storm descends on this plain from high above, high above. for certain the wheelspikes turn like the mills and propogate your scent among the fields. the heady scent. the poppies. the little crow: "storm's comin', getcha shelter. getcha shelter from the storm fo ya feel it in ya boneses." I'm far below the sky but it comes down to meet me. it's summer time, it's summer time thunder (strawberries. crack! sky. crack! open sky, big grey cloud, big grey massiv. rain rain rain onmyhead
2:03 AM 8/29/2002
forgot. the 2 + 3. the eager whist of will. the new rain coming fall, like a downstorm. it's trodden down down it's almost as if you're not here any more. tell me you'll never forget, promise? tell me
4:43 AM 8/29/2002
ever me if you were not and passion?love
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you never forgot, and I still wear the marks of a long-awaited airport terminal first love. it's no coincidence this time, neither is the dream. neither is the farthest. it's what you do to my stasis when involved, I see through the (first time) window for the rain, and I fallinlove like a shootingstar. it's summer in the waning wind into fall autumn spring. shoes and wet leaves. shoes and half smiles.I miss you
:// © 2002 J. Michael Renaud
impulse engine.
.LOG
1:56 AM 8/28/2002
other than the fact that the air about you is resilient, that which I sense, subtil movement. extreme. five hours and exact change. you understand the white space. I know - far cry. it's a moment of bizarre contributions, her angle swiftly hangs in the air, still resilient. it's the quiet critiqué borne on wings of shadow. it's evolution. for the last time, please don't leave without me. pleasedon't unraavl me. your undeniable bittersweet is starshine tangle and resonance, glitter. loud music. loud dream music and variable pulsating dream dream dream. ah, resolve. ah, direction. it's the beach at nicht with your face around my spine. my spine! codiene. years ago. years and fading. fading and melancholy. some constants. undepth, a girl. sacred map of the world. a dry world. five hours into November, I'm on the floor again, listening to the window(sad. I'm in the airlike a shotgun like a sienar bird
10:07 PM 8/28/2002
either which way a storm descends on this plain from high above, high above. for certain the wheelspikes turn like the mills and propogate your scent among the fields. the heady scent. the poppies. the little crow: "storm's comin', getcha shelter. getcha shelter from the storm fo ya feel it in ya boneses." I'm far below the sky but it comes down to meet me. it's summer time, it's summer time thunder (strawberries. crack! sky. crack! open sky, big grey cloud, big grey massiv. rain rain rain onmyhead
2:03 AM 8/29/2002
forgot. the 2 + 3. the eager whist of will. the new rain coming fall, like a downstorm. it's trodden down down it's almost as if you're not here any more. tell me you'll never forget, promise? tell me
4:43 AM 8/29/2002
ever me if you were not and passion?love
\
you never forgot, and I still wear the marks of a long-awaited airport terminal first love. it's no coincidence this time, neither is the dream. neither is the farthest. it's what you do to my stasis when involved, I see through the (first time) window for the rain, and I fallinlove like a shootingstar. it's summer in the waning wind into fall autumn spring. shoes and wet leaves. shoes and half smiles.I miss you
:// © 2002 J. Michael Renaud
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This is lovely. I especially liked the last ...entry? stanza? I don't know what to call it. It tightened interesting knots inside.