i think i know what you mean now. he lays his thoughts down next to his water-glass, and at times those questions arise, the ones i'd never ask... but all the while the sun goes falling falling down beneath the sheets that lay steady in the other room untouched before the dawn is gone... before anyone can whisper a word of the coming problems. our hands motion in perfect sync with the wine and day old toast we'd have consumed were i the host... but smartly we build up a world with the silence that sits inside the feet between you and me... and let the words speak for themselves.

the silverware rusted in candle light lit alone with life shinning on. warm with a haze in my vision - barely a glow softly flickering - but you can see it illuminating all the quietest sounds and - i think i know what you mean now. i think i know what its like to feel that now. it's almost time and we're running behind. who can believe that our coming years may posses the slightest will to unearth and confess - relic emotions dusty now, antiques - shared secrets made real by putting a hand to a face and seeing eyes upon themselves. to see a friend - but until then, rest - i will eat and you can sleep. i will prepare a face for you to meet. its dinner time in fucking america and i can hear the predators proceed to feed.