2.22.2007

block

i canít dig into the thoughts,
i canít find the way into myself
to see the words form
across the back of my skull
to feel my mood shift
and the shiver echo over the cold of my skin
i canít get in
i canít remember the code
or find the hidden latch
my secret handshake has gone,
escaped the memory of my hands
the thoughts do not form
the words do not fit
my poetry unravels before itís born
ends abruptly
and doesnít answer when i call.

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