Our hands and mouths are like boats, they flip about in the turmoil of the sea's final storm.
so indecisive
knowledge is key; key is bankruptcy.
only if you have the key...
can you antelope, I can elephant,  in the tetris island.
YOU FOOL. of course not. try again.
The beeper is left cold.
Only because you have to answer. you could change this you know. there are other possibilities.
like what? ranger ice?? I don't think so.
haha
no I laugh at your incapability of answering this question which is ,oh, so simple.
I'll give you one more chance
Glen.
One more chance.

Waiting for...

...Waiting for... if only I could remember...
...the mild, misty memory....
...It is important....
...I think...
...It had to do with ice...
...Clean, crisp, cool ice...
...and a voice...
...distant and shrill...
...like the wind...
...calling to me...
...asking for something...
...desperate for...
...for...
...a question...
...if only I could remember...
...it's vital...
...fatal...
...waiting for...
...the signal...
...the cue...
...waiting for...
...if only I could remember...
...waiting for..............................................................­.................................................................­.................................................................­.................................................................­.............................................

Unspoken eclipses.

Simply grazing mediocrity.

Vibrations, sensations; all beyond our control.
Piercing, smoking; fire to the brain.

Watching, Watching the switch of a light
ON off ON off

Forever caught in limbo

cling to the cliff; watching...

watching... the flip of a switch.

The withering corpse slips away
to where? I am not sure but it is gone
It is better that way
She tells me.

How can she know what is better?
How can I know?
How can anyone know?
How?

I suppose one must believe what they hear most.
The more you hear it, the more true it must be
But what if the world is lying

Where does that leave me?
Where does that leave him?
Where does that leave us all?

I guess we are just the summer's day laughs fading into the soft tides
awaiting the dark maiden with her eyes glazed and heart afire.

But what does she bring?
or
What does she take?
What does she cause?
And who does she break?

The questions swirl as the fog thickens and eventually her hand reaches out and pulls us into
the Soft Tides.

Two months ago I saw you alive and happy
two weeks ago I could have seen you breathing
one week ago I could have touched your porcelain cheek
Now all I can do and ever will do is stare, stare at the finite letters etched into stone
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May you weight be lifted
May God take your load and let you be free
May you flit forever young through death's waves.
no more pressure, the gray shroud has been lifted and you may dance with the angels on silvered slippers
May you glide gracefully through the enlightened void of forever.
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What I wouldn't give to see your smile, one last time,
to hear your final laugh and to weep with you at the end,
to hold you near and let you know you are loved by me until the last second,
to be with you one last time, to say my goodbyes: to get closure,
to get rid of the chains pulling me down.
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If only the world were perfect and I could meet you, in health, to let both of our souls be free.
but you need not worry, for where you are now is the most immaculate place on earth, but detached from earth
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May you lie forever in undisturbed harmony
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I say my farewell to your stone now and can only hope you hear me
but if and when you do,
I want you to know
I. Love. You.

I love the way papers flit in the wind,
The way a strong force possesses them and suddenly they live,
The way they dance the jig of simple reality.

And when they fall they are happier
Their violent foray finally finished
And for all but a second the wind mourns them and wishes them once again to take flight

But their time is over
gravity holds them down
as the wind
with a sigh
begins to lead another paper into
Another Dance