[a n t i j a m s e c t] --------------------------- 14 January 2002 it seems lately, i stumble into this (space/place/way) of this faraway passion (in all of you, over all of you, possessing and possessed by all of you, every you) &i.... collapse, contract, tremble, shred, splinter--- lately i am a thumbprint, not a thumb. a sung but not a song. i can't seem to take anything in. a flat surface, a dull mark. and not even a sense of coming to -- of half-mast eyes and the walking wounded or on better days sleeping beauty. can distance grab you? and if so, how does it let you go (away)? all i want is all i wantttt is your sumbody,, to add to my body so that our two bodies arithmetized will = a one body [back] [archive] [forth] --------------------------- . | note | book | survey | profile