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Sometimes A Big Delay

February 4, 2011
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In living, they were all connecting that, a hole in and a circle and decay. In having been in dirty places all the time, a circumference a circumstance.

A place in that, a rest, a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay.

A cat, a can.  A candle and decay.  A while.  A place in that.  In which the body is sometimes, the air in winter, everything in them, the air in  splendor.

A place in that, a rest, a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay.

How we’re right in it again. A friendly thing, sometimes a silly thing, sometimes a cruel thing, a while. Perhaps the corners are awake. The skin itself.  A circle, thin.  A cut, a dozen.

A place in that, a rest, a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay.

They were all connecting that, in liking it away, sometimes, in which the rain.  Sometimes in winter.  Everything alike.

A place in that, a rest, a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a big delay a big,
sometimes a big delay a  big delay.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. February 5, 2011 5:01 am

    Beautiful.

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