wheres my spiral
the trenchant note
spiked to my forehead
esoterically i wax and wane
in a spiritual void
|oblivion|
i am a floating
leaf curling with the
wind
in a distraught
parable.
the water under my
flaking cells
moisture leaking through
and close enough
there are holes
and a view to the
underwater world flowing beneath
me

02/08/2002

Posted on 02/08/2002
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