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linear times destroys everything

still. still. silent and utterly still, tōhaku’s pine trees, a moment of zen rooted in a pile of sheets nourished by stale sweat and cigarette smoke. for a moment i think this is enlightenment, this is love. she says, ”never let me go.” i look into her eyes, a maze of chestnut, mahogany and black. a crow calls. my eyes saccade towards an open window, tracing the afternoon sun, as it slices through the floor. i don’t feel a thing. scatterbrained, i notice a crack in the wall next to the bed. a mountain range rushing towards the ceiling, waiting, hoping wishing, to break through and kiss the sky. she exhales, cigarette smoke a slow whining cello caught in the sun’s web. i don’t feel a thing. she is utterly beautiful a cover girl, i don’t think i noticed before. there is a warmth, a dry clinging warmth. i can see the sweat on her back. her dress clinging to her body, every curve as if she is draped in a cloud. i’m still not dressed. i am filled with courage and vulnerability by a cool autumn breeze, drying leaves and gasoline linger in its it wake. nostalgia’s finer moments. some how i feel caught in a loop never beginning or ending. slowly slipping in and out of time. i’m trying to remember if this is how a good day begins, but the only thing that pops into my head is a piece of a broken melody. a single chord a snare drum the crackle of static. everything is a tightly wound ball of string, a coral reef, cell division. she coos “come softly to me, come softly baby” i feel exposed trying to accept the moment. she says “so, you better kiss me,” each word lingers on the moisture of her lips. i reach out and touch her hand as our eyes meet i realize in this moment i can’t ask for anything more. our lips touch, linear time destroys everything.