ever dumbening drag the wet hot bead along, with firey bits of earth flying every which way. destruction, creation :: sacrifice, acceptance. i can't define it for you; you'll come to it in time, only one right time. one at a time, the moments strung together, flowing liquid heat. catch it. ride it.

we'll hold hands as long as we can. but jesus, that fire is so raw and beautiful, we'll have to let go some time.

and somehow you find yourself in a yard with sheets of rusty steel stacked high on rotting pallets. they're waiting; for fast or slow they'll grow and die.

string the glass bits of dreams, until the days become one.
what's it to you?
who go