3/30/11


she  holds  only  murdered  echoes  of  proximity;
no  one  has  yet  been  convicted  of  the  crime, though  we  have  all  set  out  on  the  pursuit  of  sound. 
(trying  rather  hard  to  sustain  the  laughter  of  this  illegible  sky;  failing  again,  miserably.  I  find  them  here,  I  find  them  everywhere.)