overhaul / undertow

Monday, April 07, 2003





one of the good ones


Every street is dark and folding out
mysteriously
Where lies the chance we take
to be...
Always working,
Reaching out for
a hand that we can't see...
Everybody's got a hold on hope.
It's the last thing that's holding me.



Look at the talkbox in
mute frustration,
At the station,
There hides the cowboy--
His campfire flickering
on the landscape
That nothing grows on,
But time still goes on,
And through each life of misery:...
Everybody's got a hold on hope.
It's the last thing that's holding me.

-guided by voices.

Someone gave me one of the kindest and most meaningful compliments of my life tonight.
I think I shall spend the rest of my life striving to make it true.












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