transit system go!: 09_05

<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head> <body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/12600468?origin\x3dhttp://transitsystemgo.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

September 03, 2005

a t.

manech and mathilde

the torso flecked with a candle stick
and a pavement cheek that made to run at it:
the road has touched both from the underside,
curving down a parchment piece
and bleaching through a cotton'd stain.
for i have stood the tests of time and
i will remain o'er the underside of the
wanton game i play.
for the fact is mine, oh lovely spark
that i have half the heart and an equal mind
to sum it up in but three ways -
to love, to speak, to learn.

-aidan knight.