It was empty and I pressed my cheek up against the naked rock. It vibrated. It buzzed. It hummed with an electric over-the-wires-and-through-the-woods lullaby hum: It brought to mind memories. Science fictions. Lovestoriesfromtheetherthestaticofthewiresthealwaysconnectedalwaysonimaginealovesogoddamndeepitjustdon'tevergo. You see yourself in the blind rock wall, reflected back, reflecting. Time moves as if to slow and then retreats and you forget there was ever a timeless time. A time without love a time a dynasty without moving pictures and electric wires - O! Goddess of my radio waves, towers antennas love bazaars full of midnight caresses. Silence is the cover that binds and stretches in your shade so strong and vioklent felicity is bliss but nowhere is now found my heart.



we're not butterflies, yet?