Sunday, June 8, 2008

empty seats

roll camera
roll, roll, roll down
roll out,
and we're going to roll out,
all the wistle-blowing feet
and we will pretend pain
and death and destruction
and beautiful sirens will
pretend opposite things,
and pretend a pain that
is never known,
only pretended
always pretending
and tears of joy
the whole life
-- life?
life of abstracted light
through empty seats
life of dead moments in a
well the earth dies screaming...
as I lay dreaming...

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