mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Friday, December 02, 2011
morning pushes me into its gentle wake
I need to stir my attention
basking in these splinterings
that move me from yesterday to today
turn off the noise of human cannibalistic climbing and clamoring
step out of its destructive funeral wake
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