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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Thursday, November 11, 2004

 

i used to talk about how much i loved him. how good he was to me. how i cared for him. how well he took care of me. how much he understood me.

i went out of my way to please him... did anything in my power for his acceptance.

i.am.so.stupid.

it's hard for me to concentrate on what's really going on... i get distracted and non-responsive... which, of course, makes him think of all the useful things he could be doing so he leaves. which he's allowed to do.. it just seems strange. it's the time i least want to be alone but am most prone to being alone.

fish don't get killed by x-rays, and are allowed on planes when in bags. i'm gonna get a puffer-fish, and he'll keep me company at glenbrooks. or she. no gendered language.

mmm fishyfishyfishy.

I love you |5:12 PM