Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Anecdotes and Arms

My thoughts reside with him, although
Tumult exacts blows
Across confusion and lucid dreams
Perplexing me, vexing me
Still I remain
Cradled in congealed wounds,
Anecdotes, and arms
I am becoming
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J. said...

You /are/ becoming.

September 15, 2007 at 12:06 PM

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