Monday, April 25, 2011

The words.

"Machines for living are one thing, habitations of the spirit another, and so I wandered one day by accident into one of the rooms off the main concourse."
-Meryle Secrest, from 'Modigliani'.

Grand peace, then go double it, goes into the traffic of the words we'll choose.
Spirituality is nothing more than the common and unreliable
Concussion the listener suffers hearing another voice
Arrange familiar words--

You have the catching cuss of a pendulum when you call out.

And your lungs fill each time
With songs.

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