lonely wading through the destruction of space

Saturday, January 2, 2010

stars strung out like dreams and hung on wires with lightning bolts



you are a non-existent galaxy to me
please come back.

or don't return at all and send a note
written in chicken-scratch stars and telephone wires
for me to figure out when I come to terms with reality.


[.ytilaer ruoy si siht tub]


fact seven: my electric violin's name is Adah.

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