my legs my hands my spine
pouring out leaf patterns
from a center--
dammitilostitagain
today, or
shitwheredidileaveitnow
again
and going out!:
complex colonies—
speech Between Us,
pooling like urine:
awkwardly.
stagnant temples
and the people who live there--
but Between Us there is only an ocean,
the depth of meaning
the depth of fuck ups
and the closeness of being
together
co-existence
two lambs
sleeping on the knife
two lambs
waiting on the unknown.
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Written February 8th, 2005
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Excellent beyond recognition
Your poem was amazing. What does involution mean? I love how you were able to capture the moment so well. I give loads of props my friend loads. Keep kicking some ass.
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