Thursday, August 5, 2010

a sure thread runs through my thought

keeping consciousness together as if strung on a necklace

an ornament a trifle an extravagance

only the alienated could indulge

while other's strands snap and joyously

they chase all the rolling pieces of sensation

a sure thread runs through my thought

weighted with a tug of gravity sloping over

those other declenations






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