Thursday, January 21, 2010

45*21

The family is a recycled mold
that goes unexplained by you
like who got the lice first
travels on to rebirth
these sequences
that prays for something other
this will repeat
with anyone knowing
again and again
from white into black into gray into color
all of which have multitudes
we reknowing
together
in the inevitable but to break
this glass means no more connection
and connection is a shelter
out of confusion
the way the mind winds itself &
stays together
in a kind of brevity
that feels like eternity

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