filament2
Friday, July 29, 2005
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letting the last strands
of hair still-born,
run as thick
as the smoke
in the chimney
of my mind.
I have never seen a chimney,
it is a read-concept,
it comes out only in words
verbs mean nothing to me,
sedantary on a chair.
 
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