full of floating and I run to touch the parts of it
like a river I once saw that kept on going
but the river kept on going.
nothing was dreamlike and everyone drank
chamomile tea.
somewhere a spring went off and he leapt, somewhere
a wall grew tall and I peed.
“full of floating and I run to touch the parts of it” should be on one line, but for some reason, no matter how many times I retype it, wordpress breaks the line. sturgeon, maybe you can fix it?
October 16th, 2008 | #