Wednesday, March 13, 2013

public accouncement

i have slipped behind the curtain.
the other side of silence ;
where things are never slow
and no one knows what colour the sky is
___or when it rained last.

from here it's a steep climb.
there's too much i've lost ,
unrecoverable half-memories of who i am (was (could (have (been

but here we are.
maybe we can try this thing again,

the pen has a different tip
and the paper isn't wet. 

[or so he thought]