I was just browsing my old site and rereading my stuff. It fills me with wanting to be there, drowing in the cold creakingice apartment on Main St. I was miserable but since then writing has been so good to me. Even months and months, even now years, all I have put to page owes something to those 4am nights, with the headphones on and wondering if tomorrow I will be homeless and completely alone. I'm not, so some things are never all bad.
This is what I am talking about:
I've died
in my sleep it comes to me
that irresistible pressure forcing out the air
even then it's nothing
more than
watching it happen to someone else
we can't escape this
time, eternity...on and on forever (amen)
What will come over that horizon?
tomorrow is a new day, or not
it comes sharp with the light piercing
clarity
It will happen again
whatever that is
just once I'd like to die and wake
after eternity went to sleep...
07/07/2003
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