Wed, 02 Feb 2005
toplast dance for half a year (the theory of many-worlds)
in the background the soundtrack of my private despair
dream of gazing into your eyes, light glimmering those stray photons etching like laser light into the hidden dimensions of my heart
nonsense tumbles from my lips like verbal troglodytes misshapen, ugly, and needlessly brutal I am tumbling through space flailing wildly, trapped in my own vortex forever hiding my desire
the conversation spins and spirals I am mesmerized, enchanted the space between us unravels, splays out into cold, immeasurable distance
to die numb and unfeeling light fading, the false warmth of frostbite alone in this merciless maelstrom this unforgiving tempest I see my doom wrought in the golden thread of the Fates reaching into infinity, unraveled, unfettered, unbound
in the blackness of empty space I can only dream of the life I was not destined to.
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