Also, i don't know if you recall (or if I ever told you) but I wrote a response to your poem, long ago.
I screen my calls, which I always swore never to do but we promised much in that age of iron and steel. When we parted I vowed I'd find you setting my silver blade into the bark.
I lied. I walk toward the window, aimless, staring at garbage-cans, pink buildings, a pale sky. I can feel you waiting, hear you breathing across the cables. Somewhere, the blood runs down the tree.
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Date: 2008-10-10 03:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-10 07:28 am (UTC)I screen my calls, which I always swore never to do
but we promised much in that age of iron and steel.
When we parted I vowed I'd find you
setting my silver blade into the bark.
I lied.
I walk toward the window, aimless,
staring at garbage-cans, pink buildings, a pale sky.
I can feel you waiting, hear you breathing across the cables.
Somewhere, the blood runs down the tree.
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Date: 2008-10-10 11:59 pm (UTC)And we have all survived the past several years. Go us.