playback/pause/rewind…/… stop

2/24/06

of all, there was only harm done, no
good to speak of
unless it’s somehow
hidden behind the
impenetrable veil of
internal misunderstanding,
a part of that fucking endless
rat-race cause-and-effect cycle
that never gets finished
because it just loops back
upon itself like a product
of Mobius gone mad at the
startling sight of crisp infinity
clean as the steel point
of a knife - the sight so shocking
it could flash freeze you
in an instant
yet unexpectantly
dull, like the
front of a school bus;
because
who can wrap
their minds around
something so
bedamned?
its momentum could crush you
like a starlit sigh