in a dark forest runs a white stream
in dark wood runs a stream splitting crystal beams
you and I, we use to sit near the stream
we would kneel near the nape of the bank
taking draughts together until clean inside
take handfuls and cleansing our outsides
and the purity of the water was never in doubt
sweet and cold and clear and...
habitable to agreeable organisms
In the dark wood I slew a deer
that day you found the carrion
you found the crows pulling sinew
you took the entrails, and out of spite
for you hate the natural order
for you loath my murderous spirit
you took them down to the banks
you threw them into the white
into the crystal splitting running
into a place upstream
devilish and deceitfully cryptic
Now no beautiful thing is borne
from the running clear, and not drinking
are all the beautiful ones once cleansed
by crystal split beams
the stream is as dark
as the stream falling from your head
spilling on to your shoulders
running black brown, your back down
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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the happiest i ever was, with you, was the night that we got back from maine. we went to jon west's show, and then afterwards you asked me if i wanted to go to price chopper. you didn't even have to buy anything, you just knew i would want to go with you. we left and stopped at waterman so i could pick up my paper and i got an A. we drove down pearl street and there were randomly fireworks over the lake, so we stopped to watch them in that dark scary dead end at the bottom of main street. i was being all nervous and fidgety because it was so dark and you put your hand on the back of my neck and were playing with my hair. we drove around for a little while, went to price chopper and got sushi. when we got back to adsit, i told you i needed to go home, and you got mad and said you wanted me to stay.
i was so happy that night.
i didn't make this stream black.
read what you wrote on nov. 5th.
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