from xolox - Wednesday, January 12, 2005 accessed 993 times Another, if you'll indulge me. ALL THE BREATHS THAT I HAVE SPENT BECOME THE WIND THAT DISSIPATES AND BLOWS THE DUST THAT I HAVE TREAD SO THAT MY FOOTPRINTS ARE ERASED... ...THE PLACE IS DRY WHERE I HAVE BLED. NOW TOGETHER WEAVE US INDIRECTLY HYPNOTIZED, AND CAPTURED BY THE LIGHT WHERE WE CAN DREAM US, AS WE STARE INTO THE BLIND. IT IS THE LIGHT THAT SPILLS AND SCATTERS LIKE PILLS INTO THE SPACES BETWEEN US |