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a piece of paper, no matter how big or how small,
can only be folded eight times over
before it springs back out
and unfolds itself.
pathetic:
i could fold into myself a trillion times over
just so i would fit in the space between the two fingers
that you hold your cigarette with.
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torn paper
in the heat of reason
what the hell
am i doing have i really tried
to reduce you to 'sizzling whale oil
in the lightbulb of your bird-on-a-wire self-esteem'
and 'your want of justice is a diamond
in the rough corroded by mortality'
you who checks my breath for honesty
you my alcoholic breath my only response
i mean -
-
war orcas bite their steel reins to be drowned
in these silences.
if only you knew
Literature
Shatter
This heart is fragile
pure and clear - cold too - as ice
squeeze tight and it may
Literature
A Feather
Here, in the feigned quiet of a bedroom that's never plainly restful,
is not the dreamless sleep I was promised while reading novels
about human frailty and how it can be overcome.
There is no black of night when, for hours at a time,
my synapses cease to fire or at least pace themselves:
stretch like runners, envision ambition and set aside
the grueling hours of circling. To accomplish this,
I want you to visualize an object, and when you wake
from your meditation, that object will appear. Perhaps
not somewhere you can see it, but if you believe in it,
it will have appeared somewhere. It's just the matter
of finding it in the vastness of
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i still want to be the one thing that you can't live without
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This is genius. Arghhh