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, March 01, 2005

 

Today has brought with it things I've not wanted to face, and it's still early. A recognition of rejection, a challenge to my talent, a near loss of something I love.... I feel sick to my stomache. Las night brought too much, today brings more... a studious unfurling of all those lies I told to a stranger over the phone.

I want to stop dilluting myself. I tell myself that I can make a difference, that my words have power, that in some way the balance of the world can be changed in some small way by me. Oh, I change small small aspects of lives and moments, but all I want is to know that I've mad a difference-- the sort that matters.

I feel like I'm out of control of old powers- people are drawn to me that I don't wish to be, and i see my sexuallity gaining more leverage, i think things I know I don't mean. I find myself contemplating past mistakes and wondering of their wrongness, and in some way appreciating this vertigo I have because it feels like the old days. I feel like I'm degenerating, I feel weak.

I feel like I need to cry but I can't... I just can't cry for him, for myself, for my mistakes anymore.

I love you |7:12 AM