December 13, 2010

disappearing ink

It's quiet lately at the fortuneteller's.
To control content, use actions.

"X"--someone who
hasn't appeared yet, but

whose purpose we deduce.
I know it's there.
Love, I think.
Or maybe it was goodness.

So many hopes for the outside.
(O hunger, O equivalent)

I approach it calmly.
It spills into everything.

Kate Greenstreet

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