Entry: logic in sequence Saturday, December 01, 2007



it rained

it fell on my nose

a watery grove

tears from above

tears of love

pool of shiver

full of water

dawn of hate

felt that, burning, hot over my skin

a vomit not thrown

grief not shown

a hollow grave

left it open

 

filled it up - with mud, my life

dirt on my hands, dirt on my knees

dirt on me. and gone.

 

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