Up the Down Staircase

In the night, when stars were made of the ancient dead,
I saw without vision how they waited silently with fire in their bodies.
Limb for limb this body, his body, was meant for the songs of war

You in the unbreakable minutes before death met life,
were red lipped and deep in the throws of song and love.

With sounds inhuman, silence faded into the dawn,
and God or silence receded into the melting darkness.

I sing for you the last notes of a song we shared,
knowing in my eyes,
that your eyes
blue that they are, or have been to me
were portals to the darkness of night.

In my dreams we are a chasm
lit by a thousand years of desire,
and I wait, in want, for you to bring your body back to me,
to bring your body back.

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I left a note for you to find. So you would see what is impossible to hear. Where words couldn’t possibly follow. A glimmer of the soul you are so afraid might exist.

Take my hand. And follow me into this new winter.

I am not afraid of the dark,
but I am afraid of what hides in the darkness.

I chased her down, one lightly colored night,
I found her down, on her hands and feet,
beneath a brightly lit window pane.

I saw on her face an old dramatic shadow,
I had seen on the movie screen
scarcely a memory of black and white.

I walked over to the place I dare not go near,
and I held back from her sight,
as I was uninvited in her space
this deeply remembered, sacred place.

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What was the worst that could happen you said to me. The right words that made me feel the worst was obviously going to happen.

I don’t believe in famous last words

but I believe in bad ends for people with loose tongues.

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I see her spinning on the black floor,
with arms around her, around her, around her.

I took the Meyers-Briggs Personality test years ago, when I had to use it as part of a research project I conducted during my senior year as a psychology student. So, yep. ENTP. Seemed about right I guess.

Its been miles since ive seen something human
and i am walking fast through this coldness.
I hear the music and it tells me I am close
I hear the whistle of civilization
I was young when I began,
and now I am old.

Not in face
not in hands
but in soul.

I am old,
and now I want to lay myself against this warmth
I want to breathe this noise
and know I am not alone,
that I will not die alone.

Julia:
hiya sam sam

Samuel:
how are ya

Julia:
im good
at work

Samuel:
nice, im sick

Julia:
do you havea high fever?

Samuel:
no fever
this morning at least

Samuel:
but i never actually get them
plus the told me the number in celcius

Samuel:
the nerve!

Julia:
well just take the antibiotics I guess
oh weird the nerve indeed!



Julia:
did you get my email?


Samuel:
yes I received it
The Visit
sounds like a science fiction thriller

Julia:
it is sam, it is

Samuel:
the Visit has already happened. He just doesn't know it yet.
that is the tagline
or whatever they call these things

Julia:
hahah
do those dates sound ok?

Samuel:
yea should be good
I leave that next friday for new york

Julia:
brb client call

Sent at 2:41 PM on Friday

Samuel:
oooooooooook

Julia:
and im back
thats cool

Samuel:
yea coming back for three weeks
so long!
gahhhh
!!!

Julia:
are you doing any crazy trips?
how did you get so much time off work?

Samuel:
I get 25 days

Julia:
a year?

Samuel:
I'm encourage to take them
yep

Julia:
how many have you used so far?

Samuel:
7?

Julia:
oh wait so they reset in january?

Samuel:
yea
exactly

Julia:
wow
you have more vacation time then me

Samuel:
well, my company is like 20 people

Julia:
do you have sick days and holidays also

Samuel:
yea of course
yes, but you're helping people, I am not

Julia:
so basically its a huge injustice

Samuel:
though I have convinced myself that I am saving the world

Julia:
whatever helps you sleep at night
I cant believe you get more holiday time than me, god damn european slackers!

Samuel:
yes, I am also encouraged to use the company chalet in chamonix this winter to which I have the keys
muhahhaaha

Julia:
i hate you
im encouraged to use hand sanitizer!

Samuel:
lol
well at least you have free hand sanitizer
I'm getting sick all the time

Julia:
Thats because the brits are making you soft

Samuel:
they are a bit soft
but I prefer it to the new york stress to be honest

Julia:
Im looking forward to visiting and yelling at everyone about handsanitizer and the injustice of overuse of vacation time and swiss chalets

Samuel:
they know how to live here I think a bit better than most in new york

Julia:
yes, but they ara all mostly fall down drunks
and have bad teeth
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Samuel:
indeed
alrighty, I'm going to run to the store to get a video and some food
I am staying home tonight

Julia:
ok
take care
feel better

Samuel:
"take care"
I hate that
you take care!

Julia:
I hate celery
but I gotta live with it
take care sam sam

Samuel:
you do hate celery, I hate zombies
if only zombies ate celery both our problems would be solved

Julia:
no one likes zombies
true
in a perfect world such things would exist
but for now celery is the food of hippies and assholes, and zombies still eat brains

Samuel:
that should be the last paragraph of The Visit
ok bye

Julia:
hahahaha
ok bye feel better