the miracle
of pressed-powder
chemicals.
i see a star fall on the horizon.
i run full-tilt.
each dose gets me closer,
to catching up to myself.
i am hyper-speed, chaotic,
i can almost grasp it,
i've reached a destination
after traveling to no-where,
no-one,
nothing,
linearly moving toward distraction,
until i've nearly caught it.

02/02/2011

Posted on 02/03/2011
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