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Posted by zeugma on January 18, 2004, at 11:29:57
the shapes that float around my room are unrecognizable.
i have reminders to myself not to forget but i
lapse into the quiet that these shapes demand,
they are landscapes forgotten, or the millenial growths
of long-dry oceans, they are the survivors of the primitive brain
and i forget, i forget, i would rather dry up myself than be called on to speak
for these moments, of unguarded fear or joy, pure self
that is itself all, whose echoes
are speech, or abandoned buildings
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