Tonight your remembered presence in red, is a raft which is seemingly on fire on a river,which I have to cross to live a dark river, an overflowing river of pain. I am drowning and you are burning.

Somewhere wheels are turning on the tarmac, a smell of burnt things, ash at the altar before I finish my prayer. Do you know, I am yet to wash the shirt that seperated my heart from yours: skin vibrating like a gong or a drum.I cover my face with it and I smell your burning which marked me.

I am drowning and a black tide is coming in, I am coral, a mere gathering of dying cells, Go on call me beautiful, go on confess before each cell is extinguished, before I become coral. Go on touch me, but you can't touch me: your palms can't hold me but how they held me.

Make a raft for me, open your plams I ask you to open your palms so that I can change my history as I change yours. Open your plams and I will speak no lies, your fortune will burn as your palms burnt mine. Open your palms and sail me across the river But if you can't, become the river and fill me with a roaring silence in which I can drown.

2003:01:06 00:30 Atlanta (AD)

How I wish to complete the circumference of my broken circles.