I don't know
what it is that
I feel tonight.
Words have been spilling
out in obscure patterns
as fast
as the fingers can
translate
not quite where
I want them all to be.
Not perfection,
yet,
Frustrated
but no answers
come
from tattered fragments
not
put into single thought.

04/19/2003

Posted on 04/20/2003
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