Monday, May 9, 2011

HEAR THAT

I lead with my face
A leaden fate
Forced wills
I willingly avoided anything
And my brain's legs worked differently
A backward walk
It only worked
When I was enclosed
In that small circle space
My voice whispered through cracks
That brought themselves
Nowhere
And where is she now?
They ask
Here, here
Hear that?

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