everywhere you go ... "
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snow.
"it's beginning to look a lot like christmas ...
[ - walking, suddenly, from group to group, as snow falls and my eyes inevitably fall with it, to the asphalt, where footprints demarcate messy tracks through the whiteness - the lights are bright, my head pounds slightly - i look up, note my destination group is a tight circle.
i stop midway & look up.
the sky is filled with stars of a less stable dimension, flakes that tumble incessantly -
a girl.
redderlips have i seen.
i stop midway and don't move. until we are called back inside - ]
if my name were billy, or thomas, i think i would be happier. my name is that of a lesser saint of travellers - with a baptizer in the middle ... christopher, bearing christ over the river - john, baptizing christ in the river ...
i am made of water. wells and wells of dark, deep water. tonight that water forms snow, like static on a tv, in a little black box.