Wednesday, August 09, 2006
There's something coming down the rails, something coming, I won't be able to outrun it. I won't be running, I'll always be running, over the river. I thought the running would restore me to sanity, I thought the running would restore me. The river would return me, my body, down the river to the sea. The river running by the city, the river running, the water under me. I thought the city would return, the city restored to sanity, the city rising and I'm running beneath it, running down the river, running down the river.