from “February 26th, 2011”

it’s not a matter of writing, it’s a matter of _______________________________________ the structurality of moments and reflections in their minute existence and their even longer infinite redress. it’s a matter of Being very, very careless in a very, very careful way in order to capture that which has always past and repast itself in the reflecting pools __________________________ the emptied chambers of the heart’s regress. ________________________ it’s a matter of honesty captured and retold behind the illusion truth. _____________________ perhaps even a matter of not caring enough for accuracy, _________

something infinitely Nothing escaping, reshaping EVERYTHING ELSE. _____

the very longing for the infinitely shapeless, faceless, non-existent _______________.

breaking, aching, cringing _______ writing as the physically sick act of _____ KNOWING

THAT WHICH EXISTS AT THE CORE OF EVERYTHING ESCAPING: __________

WORDS DRENCHED IN THE GOD THING OF MEANING. _____

LONGING __ PAST, DISTANCE,

HOURS, MINUTES, SECONDS,

grasping, clawing, feeling for

the warmth imagined

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