Wednesday, April 10, 2002

The Visitation outta nowhere
outta nothing,
as if there was such a thing as nothing
you come to me.
strange air moving & secrets previously written in space
are spewed out in the soliddustycramped&burdened
cube of my room.
I hear you.
you, in your ether,
know all.
you're freer than you've ever been but
for now
stay with me
I know you have to go but if I know you
you won't.
you were always so hell-bent...
& so earthbound.