today he laughed. smiled in between stanzas, paragraphs, and word lists. even extended the bounds of the previous invitation as he offered up a few more details - a 90 year old ex-marine father, son Jake, and a love of skiing. rigidity fell further by the wayside and conscious walls relaxed to mere hurdles. he still smells of basements and soap but i imagine he always will whether here or elsewhere, for it is just as much a part of him now as anything.
more on the subject of walls to come...for i have much to think on this. for now, the cadence of night calls me to join it...and so i, too, let go.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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