My mind breaches
cascades with water
incomprehesible
for none seems to come out
This excersize
rains
curved sweat
onto my drum
A smile forms.
I choose to choose
which is
to glance at the clock
I grasp my lips
and bury them
in the shredded
documents.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
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