I am a rusty can
dangling against a barb wire fence
from a severed piece of string
caught on the outside of the fence
if you picked me up
and held me against your ear
you would hear Nothing
but the sound of the wind
if there is a wind
echoing through my empty tin can being
that's me talking, and you listening
( _")
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
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this was all it took for me to have to say something.
yes this is you speaking through the unknown echoes and i couldnt help but listen. i find myself reading these, one after another and i find myself suddenly in a different place. of dreams warmth and a comfortable kind of electric fuzziness. i dont know the words. it captivates.
plainly. i think these are real-ly good. good enough, ithink, that it could stand alone, you could just do this all the way and nothing else. just write.
Thanks, for saying this, whoever you might be :)
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