Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 16, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-16-05 tuesday 11:30pm

frozen in the words. forlorn with the captions. that inevitbaly plays out below the images.

how real is any of it when you know that there was no eye contact. nothing shared except long goodbyes.

it's your choice to embrace the sun or to blot it out. merciless clouds shifting withi the rhythm of your dance. lively as you step. counting the beats until you can't hear anything else that's been said.

turn me over. i'm done on this side. i am not your advice. not your meaning. when the darkness penetrates deeper.

i am stil, searching myself, for where there may be light.

it comes and goes.

only constant is the absense of. the need to find.