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I need more conversations. There were always a few close ones and we'd spend nights, hour on hour, improvising mental architecture, collaborating towards some platonic, sensual ordeal of interaction. The give and take. Trading roles in snakeskin revolutions. Getting lost in the mazes we build and laughing our way out, suddenly children filled with wonder at one another and ourselves.
No one's ever claimed I have a light touch. My hands sometimes feel elongated, as if I could cradle my head easily grasped in one. Rest it in the bowl of my palm. I know that I have effected the trajectory of these dear friends as much as mine has been so altered. Not in specific ways, not about any discrete decision, but broadly, suffused, the bones of the world laid by our pilgrimage.
Sunrise would surprise us. Hoarse and weary and giddy with satisfaction. We always part ways, to sleep.
No one's ever claimed I have a light touch. My hands sometimes feel elongated, as if I could cradle my head easily grasped in one. Rest it in the bowl of my palm. I know that I have effected the trajectory of these dear friends as much as mine has been so altered. Not in specific ways, not about any discrete decision, but broadly, suffused, the bones of the world laid by our pilgrimage.
Sunrise would surprise us. Hoarse and weary and giddy with satisfaction. We always part ways, to sleep.
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Date: 2013-05-18 10:26 am (UTC)From:I miss those too.
Neal and Jack and Me
Date: 2013-05-18 10:50 am (UTC)From:Re: Neal and Jack and Me
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