- Jan 23, 2004
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the slow drip of sweat down the glass,
the afternoon heat welling up in my skin,
I sit with unblinking eyes.
Who was it that said you are your actions?
And how do you move between
the thicket of remorse and a future blind
from knowing it all already?
Chocolate yogurt. A cold shower. Mountain biking
in the woods. Dust on my shins. Afternoon heat.
A glass of water. Unblinking. And sitting. And sitting.
What do you do when you feel the same throughout
the day, and dark or light, the weather drains you. And
glowing on the outside bites into your stoney chest
and you feel nothing, and nothing happens?
the afternoon heat welling up in my skin,
I sit with unblinking eyes.
Who was it that said you are your actions?
And how do you move between
the thicket of remorse and a future blind
from knowing it all already?
Chocolate yogurt. A cold shower. Mountain biking
in the woods. Dust on my shins. Afternoon heat.
A glass of water. Unblinking. And sitting. And sitting.
What do you do when you feel the same throughout
the day, and dark or light, the weather drains you. And
glowing on the outside bites into your stoney chest
and you feel nothing, and nothing happens?
