2006/03/04

　

A man decides after eighteen years that

what he goes there for is to unlock the door.

He lets things in and faces what he used to hide from

oh something called youthfulness or somewhat else

While those around him criticize and sleep...



through a fractal on a breaking wall I see him

my friend, and I touch his face again.

Miracles will happen as we trip.



that man goes into a church confessing all the mess

talks about the people going under

the people swimming in the dark, cold water

Oh he saw them walking on the beach in the night

always silent never talking with hands full of sand

or blood and dying voice shot by the gun



he confesses.



If all were there when we first took the pill,

Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe...

Miracles will happen when we speak



it's hallucination falling down in the room

of space and haze. with shining jewelry on the lips

he's really innocent when he tried to hide

after eighteen years he decides to unlock his heart

juvenesence comes back in the body

time winds, bends, distorts...



"the sky is full of people," he says.