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being done the daily endeavor occupies all the brain ticks and itches full with lists for doing provokes the motions of laundering and dusting scrubbing and scratching and i try hard as i might to sense the poetry in all this doing, but the lens self-focused cannot seem to extract the words from me even in slow motion on treads tight as tendrils or sinewy ribbons pulled by inches from out my mouth and eyes my fingers sense no vacancy fit for the literary occupant they flinch and flail the monday through friday transactions and a life full of traffic and conversations full of pretext of unwritten rules and the under-written consequences of this modern life posted by anna kiss @ 2/17/2008 01:24:00 AM |
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