Monday, June 18, 2012

Uncivil Servants

 The breaking line is where I walk, or where I sometimes think I do.  On the breaking line you can hear things getting ready to crack, the ground, the walls of air, the sealing sky.  Other people walk here but I don’t see them.  The lines are always somewhere else, they never cross.  No lines cross, no figures loom, all are alone on the breaking line.

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