if language were liquid it would be rushing in instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be

words are too solid they don't move fast enough to catch the blur in the brain that flies by and is gone gone   gone  gone

i'd like to meet you in a timeless placeless place somewhere out of context and beyond all consequences

let's go back to the building      on little west twelfth      and the river is there and the sun and the spaces are all laying low      and we'll sit in the silence      that comes rushing in and is gone

i won't use words again they don't mean what i meant they don't say what i said they're just the crust of the meaning with realms underneath never touched never stirred never even moved through

if language were liquid it would be rushing in instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be and it's gone gone and it's gone

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