My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

 

I've waited too long to write this here... so it's time to say it now.

a quote from a more concrete journal

And I am the luckiest.

Forgive me- I feel no necessity to keep a thought intil it is "throuhg." Firstly because thoughts are rarely ever through and secondly because the only two people who will likely ever read this already know what I'm thinking.

I could have dided today, and yes it's true that I could have died any day... but today I was brought eye to eye with the death I've had nightmares of for all of my life that matters, and even before that.

We went sliding to a screeching halt on a rain-slicked night hidden freeway and all I could do was scream and begin to bawl. I wasn't so afraid as I was positive that this was it.. not for life.. but for Andrew and I. All I could think of was that my last words to him were foreshadowing my death and screamed into a telephone in a too-loud car. I was going careening to my death and I did not fear death so much as leaving him alone.... and being alone.

So you sailed away into a gray sky morning

I don't know. there's more from the entry in my written journal... but I don't think it needs to be put here.

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