I’ll be mathematically expired, the clock on the building, hidden by the building. I wrote that two years ago and I’m still not sure what it means, save for remembering its context: arising from the Gnostic binaries (I am the utterance of my name//Be on your guard. Be on your guard//I shall be silent among those who are silent). We sleep beside each other and both dream about having sex with one another. This is goblet after goblet of gin and juice-- makes mutual dreaming an utmost propriety, makes it ok, comes on just, as only drunken sleep can. Not a source of water-a possible option.
Posted by caroline at June 4, 2006 12:37 PM