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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Wednesday, March 26, 2003
running
is pain
and death
and in dying
i am forced
to face
everything i do not want to face
i nearly break down
completely
but somehow
my legs keep moving
my tears still sleep
and i push forward
propelled by some unknowable force
though it seems certain that i should never finish
i always do
and that force
that moves me always
moves me yet
now and forever.
1:47 AM
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