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Thursday, February 01, 2007

History is a terribleness
and we are all the old bad gods
come again to do battle
and seize the only day left.
i grow too long for this day.
i plucked feathers from the backs of birds
and fell with them to earth.
my mistake was asking of them
mine own flight
not knowing their language
or their desire.
i confused my desire with theirs
and was thus betrayed.