Subside
February 18th, 2011
The percentile diminishes but the power to buy remains. And is coupled with the desire. The fight continues on multiple fronts. But the tide still rolls softly. The sun still sets and summons. Forever waiting. Busy forgetting. Bothered but not brought about. This is where I found it. This is where it will lie. I run a spell checker over all my truths. I run around in circles too. I write down only the things that can’t be drawn – but drawn from memory. Drawn to the forefront. Pre-frontal. And post-fixed. Arithmetized into place. And desensitized. Belief is repetition. I repeat the words as they’re written. And the truth seems not to surge. Surrounded by the weather but bored by its fair-weather.
This is going so wrong.