Sunday, January 9, 2011


It's the same as saying
life goes on even though
it may not. Reality
creates a pattern and slides

it under the door. Meanwhile,
I keep digging up bits
of a language I buried
a long time ago. But

when I put the words
together, either nothing
happens, or something is
said, but in a voice so

low not even the neighbors
can remember what I mean.

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