TranslucenceI made a choice to watch the tiresome fluidity of this interaction, watch, taste, hear, feel but never touch.The days step past like a pedestrian on a busy sidewalk...buffeted by my presence in the crowd of circumstance.I shall choose a center that will not hold.My skin, rough translucense.Hardened by the days waves.I would walk beside her.The one in the crowd.Ask what her eyes see, what her lips taste of, and why I must die alone. Walk beside her... I turn my eyes to a crack in the sidewalk, and lament the conspiracy of the sun & time on such an innocent. The refracted rays of their half eaten truths seep through their pores.I
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