my heart's mind holds a million thoughts, a million ideas, staged across the spectrum from iota to universe, a million words, magically arranged and subdivided into a million sentences, a million questions, reasons - a million heart beats - and they all, every one of them, funneled from my lungs, arise from my chest through the chamber of my throat, to crawl their way across the cavern of my mouth... and just before the light: just before i loose these larval notions, fully formed, upon the world - winged beasts with power and strength and frightful solidity - i realize that i am talking to an ocean who no longer calls me kin, and like a mountaineer who's pushed his luck just before the climax of his conquest, my mouth will not open, and these words i cradled from birth submit and die quietly on the tip of my tongue false 3 2009-02-25T00:00:00+00:00 699 3 2009-02-25T22:15:37+00:00