desireality

i try to redraw my maps; erase the lands to the east - the silent beast. january is as cold and quick as a heart can be. the dead rise from the shadow. the voice whispers i take my desires for reality because i believe in the reality of my desires it is the usual rhythm, regular recurrence, day beats another day and the trees grow from the sky. obsolete and ... hungry. and my dry eyes drink from the forbidden n. lake. and my tired hand draws an image of some other hand on the other side of this paranoid planet. is is eleven o'clock greenwich dead time. and beautiful rabbits run and run. the sun explodes into my face in the meantime. all resembles a sad conspiration of things against sensations. you will never know. the forest you chose to walk is blind.

::: watashi wa jidai-okure ni-ju-seiki umare :::