29 May 2012

From X To Y

This is based on Exoenzyme.

From X To Y 5/29

Anything could fill those blanks

I like to think it is the space between our doors

That walk
along brownstone streets rotting edifice

Trees that drop endless flowers

I crave that space

          the whiteness of it

                    the way it erases the day

From this bolted door to yours
I drop all the things like clothes falling from me
when I was little and it was raining

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