11-24-01 3:48 P.M.

On this gray today
I found a unseasonably warm burrough for my mind to creep in
it's glowing tunnel walls surprise even my cynichal self
and the science of my life melts
without any reason I can categorize
I told myself before I knew how to recycle surprise
but I feel like just a mummified speck of understanding
cremated
inside the candy microwave light of your eyes
that former knowing dies like an old man who knows it his time
and is ready to give up figthing
and close his tired eyes
ready to pass, like a mindless smile tatooed upon a river's surface
into the unnamed season
where sleep is unnecessary and awakeness rejuvenating
where every promise is fulfilled
within hand's reach

I anticipate your company like its the feeling I'll feel in the moment before I die
when my whole life might pass before my eyes
I won't even try and catch it
when it scurries away
I'll cut loose the weight of every yesterday
and give myself to love
trusting what is hidden in her darkness