By Ali Date: 2006 Dec 28 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.28.23.09.25355]] |
There is a summit in your letters, a peak of precision, a little-held truth, difficult to reach. The center is a shadow of memory, cornered in a kiss, seeping through with a might-be promise: is it enough? No, the capture cannot undo you, create you, or restrain you. You matter too much, then none at all-- but the breeze grapples hold in the orbit of your smile, and so begets the chaos, and so summons the real. |