Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Fear of Dreaming / to-for Jim Carroll
tomorrow's minds shot down by the emptiness of clouds. that obliterate the stars from sight. (they'll see us dreaming) & we will have no hope. & we will cling to sand. new forms before we're gone. this will happen. regardless of our designs. and our bedrooms will fill with tomorrows and sediment. and spill like marbles out of our dumb hands. dispossessed of our possessions. crawling with vines. discovering its eyes. feathers into an aquarium. engines of intention. destroyed the moment they are shared.
you can tell an ideologue by the uneven distibution of their rage
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