Monday, November 17, 2008
Blown Away
meaningless memory less existing this
all-time twinkle belies file room diligence
blown away leaves have to be raked up
fall wet yellow grass like shards of sun
whirlpool computer artifact "why am I
haunted by places I'm not sure existed"
chimes unlike thinking unaccountable
apparent lingo lovable in spite as though
my better represents authentic trauma
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