we find ourselves torn from life, and yet reborn when falling weight of worlds--abysses of still magnetism churned, tear their loins internally, internally exploding--fall together in what can only be the epiphany of god. it's as if there is a world, a dark cave infinitely deep. we fall toward, no matter directions opposing, the course is always home and our gravity is the weight of literally nothing
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
we find ourselves torn from life, and yet reborn when falling weight of worlds--abysses of still magnetism churned, tear their loins internally, internally exploding--fall together in what can only be the epiphany of god. it's as if there is a world, a dark cave infinitely deep. we fall toward, no matter directions opposing, the course is always home and our gravity is the weight of literally nothing
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