a broken screen lead to bitterness of the future.
there was nothing more than books, bills and projects that made me feel far from my set track.
my eyes are in poor health, my pockets are only filled with change
i had a hiatus sign on the door to my codes and layers.

there are only two relations in omaha now;
my younger archangel was sent off for military tactics,
my brittle hero flew down south to make concrete forms and metal braces for foundations
someday we will all be reunited.

i think of the future with no hope and sometimes
it's with my viking or the old lord on some kind of balanced plane.

i want to tidy up my space
because my hair is getting too long, as though they are heavy tree roots
in what i have now:
books, bills and projects
that deter me from what i love,
my lost lover i want embrace forever.

planned in 2005;
2/10/07

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