you’ve got to let me have it. and by that, you know what i mean.

meaning is mean. just actualized.

i once met a man in the woods, who made the woods disappear. i lost him in a dream.

it’s not my fearful symmetry they fear. it’s my lack of control.

i was afraid of you. for all the wrong reasons.

they’re all inside of you. bearing their own seasons.

if i wanted it to stop…

if jesus took the midnight train,

and found his god in a pillow stain

would you still know who to trust?

but jesus would never be on a train. he’s dead.

in the mirror there is a path

that shows you now and where you were last

and in the space between you can fall…up if you want to.

until you wake another you in a more familiar place.

this place has its own time, and you are your own mind, but when you look in the mirror,

it’s not you.

travelers. do you know who i am?

  __10/31/10__

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