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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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

 

I'm half wishing for someone to call me and speak in monotonous tones the longstanding and established formallity of small talk... and I'm half wishing that the world would stay just as it is now; completely frozen around me. I feel as if I am the last person alive, and it's in its own way quite liberating.

I've had a strange conversation running through my mind... one I've never had. Perhaps it will evolve itself into a short story.

"Do you trust me?"
"Of course, I believe everything you tell me."
"Would you believe me if I told you I was a pathological liar?"
"I would have to... I take every word from your mouth as an instantaneous universal truth."
"And if I told you I didn't exist?"
"I would trust in your intangibility."
"If I said I didn't exist within your mind."
"I suppose I wouldn't have to believe a word you said then, would I?"

I need motivation. School has a way of doing that, completely unmotivating me. There are useful things I could be doing now, but I'd rather just stare slowly at the wall and concentrate deeply on the pain within my chest. Perhaps I've loved so deeply it will kill me. Perhaps the immensity has finally brought my heart to its bursting point and my chest is throbbing frantically, attempting to return things to normal.

No, I don't ever want to be returned to normal. And I don't think I could survive being alone for too long... there was a time I could have done it unblinkingly... Not anymore. There was a time he could have done it without noticing. Are those days gone?

A friend of mine seems more lonely and troubled than I know how to help. I don't feel so helpless as I should, but I don't let that bother me... The only power we will ever have is within ourselves.

I love you |2:20 PM