#364 everything to come

everything in its place every nothing in its nowhere from nothing sprouts green again in everywhere there is void our hearts sutras beating out form and nothingness our unfortunate heads lost in clouds formerly pieces of oceans we are of each other and for each other our blood the roads of antiquity the spirals of everything to come why am i crying i still have tomorrow but i hate calendars now i understand what that all means and i’m sorry i made you to die we are of each other and for each other our blood the roads of antiquity the spirals of everything to come and i’m sorry i made you to die epw 4.18.08 perrysburg, oh