

corporate lossescorporate lossescorporate losses
you found your way in
through all the cracks and accidents, whispering i'm sorry
so it wouldnt echo in all that empty space. you stroked the satin
paint and scribbled apologies in midnight ink,
careful not to leave your name in any of the obvious places.
standing on wall street every morning, i watched the stock prices falling falling
falling while professionals in
orange vests combed my insides for any signs of where youd gone, looking for us in all th


the uncomfortable partsour fingertips, sliding over one and the other, clumsy and sinewy passing textured pieces of all the useless hills we climbed, the forgotten slopes the uncomfortable parts
the mountains that are no longer there. and your mouth, opening sensuous, pharmaceutical smoke sliding, in serpentine curves over your lips falling from your nostrils in clouds, in waves like you were just
ash on the inside.
you are now.
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... Et nous offrirons nos yeux au monde... (A. Stivell)
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Kevin
Darklight Photography
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Everyone - We found Waldo. But I can't tell you where - it's become a matter of national security.
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-- The Master of Fright
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