Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Maybe...

You drew the wrong conclusions, maybe. From what I understand, the distance (seperation?) between is does not allow for windows, walls, fences...

This is too obvious a time for analysis; the stairs still sigh...The cold certain hush of cars on the dual carriageway, and a moon too full...You drew the wrong conclusions, scrawled them across your face, scribbled tears in crazed bulbous circles.

All the evidence has been presented.....Maybe this time is too obvious for analysis; the certain hush of traffic...

Maybe there are understandings here, confused, like a handshake at an interview. An uncertainty....You drew the wrong conclusions, from the argument you rehearsed for my first intake of breath I managed...maintained order in the court until you had no words left...

This is too obvious a time for analysis...