July 14, 2004

your hair
by the ocean
soggy and wispy
looking down at your tasseled loafers

thin like mine
but not thinning
you're too young to think about that
you're young you should be breaking yourself in halfs
and starting over again and again and again and
i'm looking for my pieces
i'm looking for the lie of perfect steel
for the crumbling temples within it
looking at a dim ceiling

spinning about
between edges like little boxes
between boundaries like words
i miss you at
the distance of a blade of grass
between soil and sun

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