Thursday, September 2, 2010


Ruffled tragic notes.
scraps of paper scrawled
scattered across the bedsheets
crumpled sprawled.
How you sing my truth
greater than any, all
that i’ve known 
which have sung this call. 
You are me, 
Iam 
inside these lines.
Infinite, expansive 
Beyond decline.

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