Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Not today
Or tomorrow
Or the next few weeks from now,
but soon.
When I least expect it
When the corners and crevices are dulled
When I have been quite
And alone
vacent of yellow delights and additional auras
The ocean of my mind will run over
Levees broken and turned over
Eyes rushing 
Muscles tense
It will be the stalling of the self
The collapse of my temple
How to fight this tide
I wonder

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