Sunday, March 26, 2006

Catching The Man


The best medicine I have found is to stand still and look. To fall silent and look. To look and look until what is seen no longer makes sense, until like a word repeated endlessly it falls apart; and then to keep silent and keep looking until it reassembles into its old self again.

Only changed.
Only shifted.
Only glowing.


Somehow filled with light.


I offer this to you...



Anonymous Anonymous said...

a child's arms. a child with painted nails. the victim has all the answers, and waits for one with the patience to listen.

5:43 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


There are always some that won't give up their secrets. I am trying to make this one do it, though...

6:51 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

such beauty in the silence of time made still

6:05 AM  

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