inside a herd of tiny buffalo stampede me towards my next moments
occasionally they pause to graze on memories i'm done with and information i just never used
and then they get restless again
snorting and butting heads, kicking the ground and grunting
and in tandem they all start off again
some days i wish i could tame them, corral them into a fence and brand them
but in doing so i might stop being me

3.15.2008

03/15/2008

Posted on 02/19/2009
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