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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Sunday, December 26, 2004

 

Take a deep breath and smile, Casey... one way or another I'll make sure this is all alright.

Really, nothing is wrong at all... I'm just a bit worried. I think I'll occupy the rest of my night writing an essay on the effects of democratization and then another concerning the dehumanization of ignoring problems or worse commodifying them.

Okay, really everything is wrong. Very wrong.

I guess it's a family tradition that we invite our family's closest friends over the day after Christmas to finish off leftovers and help clean up the mess.

Cue Tony's entrance.

I HATE THIS. I have to smile and be nice to this man. I have to tollerate his foolish existence and worse do it whilst offering him a drink. I have been left alone in rooms with him too many times and I'm just falling to pieces.

I need to keep busy. I just can't do it.

I love you |8:41 PM