I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Ode
I was going to write a poem about the disabling weight of inertia pressing down the desire of well intentions but did'nt.
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