Thursday, April 27, 2006

The pain that passes. A pain that never stops passing. A pain that never stops going away. To grow older painlessly. A graceful ache. He lived with an elegant ache. The grace to forgive your body for breaking down. A list of forgivenesses. Every man writes his own Gospel. Kill the waking brain. Make it all go away. It all existed under the surface like lovers under the sheets. Like spent lovers under the sheets. Like spent lovers whispering under the sheets.

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