Sep 18 2008
Burned
Burned by the quantavolution of your soul,
stronger than farther. Turning away from
your intent, I am seared, overwhelmed with
faded postcards and memories of things
other people said. I, awe struck with urge,
turn away still to find I orbit you in
passing. I am as I always was; I stand
beside infinity and weep. No wings where
once was bone, memories [...]
