Wednesday, July 8, 2009



you need to love me here
in the midst of fears and worries andstomach tightenings
every twitch of the floor like
lightning moving through me
conceived in dread and made on a bed of sweat
and suffering
i don't know any other way
no one knows any other way
everything we say has pricked hairs upon it
you need to love me
i need to love you
we need this strongly
we must do a thing. we must do....
something.
every little thing is falling down
about our ears
it would be good to say all is well, all is well
it would be...
naive
it would be...
simple
it would be... it will be our death
you and i botn know there is a disease
you and i both know every bit of music, every noise is just a bad
dollar store band aid for the diesease
you and i both know something must be done
bible reading must be done
or is fucking that must be done
or obedience
love...
love must be done
love is the fire that burns sickness
love is the iron that strengthens the beam
love is the only cure for the disease
you...
loving me

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