(other voices) other rooms
it's tuesday; once again, thank you for making our fiction into truth.
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There, on the ground, slipping through the minutes,
trying to notch them.
Like taking the same picture over and over, the spaces
in between sealed up --
Knocked hard enough to make the record skip
and change its music, setting the melody on its
forward course again, circling and circling the center hole in the flat black disk.
And words, little words,
words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing
but soothing nonetheless.
~ richard siken, "the torn-up road".
photograph by thomas conrad.
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and it's:
"...that time of year when everyone is blue & alone."
you can keep us with you. we'll stay by your side,
you make us permanent. ♥
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There, on the ground, slipping through the minutes,
trying to notch them.
Like taking the same picture over and over, the spaces
in between sealed up --
Knocked hard enough to make the record skip
and change its music, setting the melody on its
forward course again, circling and circling the center hole in the flat black disk.
And words, little words,
words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing
but soothing nonetheless.
~ richard siken, "the torn-up road".
photograph by thomas conrad.
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and it's:
"...that time of year when everyone is blue & alone."
you can keep us with you. we'll stay by your side,
you make us permanent. ♥