the necessary information.......... An undertow of self congratulatory press releases
an ever accelerating hit count.......written in cubicles by policy wonks --
incessantly raising her hand......................was dragging me under the information surface........
merged with the screen for days....................while across the creek from our cabin,
Nine New Directors Appointed........ the hills were striped purple with lupin.
.............................It was autumn and the sound of gunfire irregularly
.............................punctuated the silence.
like the links in this screen...............................
had he been there all along?........... low flying planes............. the smell of green grass... his hands on my body ...................... black icy streets............... working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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