Shoulders go and the back slips a vanishing act with the core void a bone dry remnant hiss of yesterday swallowing the lost transgressions of the other day and nothing else. Power insomnia with a dainty cracking whiff of fatigue spells all sorts of words writ from an unknown alphabet.
One step in the wrong direction and there is no compass point which makes up a future to hold on for the wayward slump. Blindness consumes and the heavy trail hours after develops the kind of sickness which leaves crippling shins shattering between the landings of the stair well.
Run fast in one place and it's still all against the clock. All the time.
Saturday, 2 June 2007
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