Wednesday, March 6, 2013

and no sound







plaque on the wall says that, "no one's slept here."
it's rare to come upon a bridge that has not been around, or been stepped on.
whatever the notion we lace in our prayers, the man upstairs is used to all of this fucking noise.
i'm through with screaming



no light no light

avalanche, falling fast, a gliding winds, happenstance.