Wednesday, 22 June 2011

on poesy...

with all of the letters spewing out of me in the wrong order,
and with all of this broken up sentiment gathering like sediment in the bottom of a glass,
there is fire in the fractions but its still just broken glass,
there is nothing that is remembered fully enough to be defined,
there is everything and nothing but it needs to be refined.

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