| jonamo_cat ( @ 2009-06-25 14:37:00 |
furtther upon the object
ones metaphore, ones snare, am i not myself a form? a body? am i not cast into the fray in the face of the absolute object?
how as i grow old may i not become the endless piling up, wills taught till they snap....organs pushed until collapse.....
white hair, object surrounds me....
a child full of sense, upon the coat tales of youth and rebirth...skirtingggg along go we elderly
ones metaphore, ones snare, am i not myself a form? a body? am i not cast into the fray in the face of the absolute object?
how as i grow old may i not become the endless piling up, wills taught till they snap....organs pushed until collapse.....
white hair, object surrounds me....
a child full of sense, upon the coat tales of youth and rebirth...skirtingggg along go we elderly