perpetual silence
finds my mind
surrouds me
drowns me
I hear my thoughts
cleary now
scream I cannot
so I weep
hide my face
in my hands
in my dreams
i run-
almost trip
but land free
my feet
on the record player
ravel’s bolero
takes me for a spin
makes me irrational
I pronounce my death
now I am free
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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