doubt
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Mind pivoting to visions of the pastTime visible like shifting of the sandsPale green glass, holds within memories askedNot to come to the surface, they bubble.Troubling and not planned they burst, breakingOut like hives infecting the un-ill mindNow sick with nostalgia I ponderQuestions unanswered and wonder the kindOf person who was the first to ask:…
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This sentence is not my ideaIt is a string of bastardizedPhoenician symbolsThat attempt to evokeThe image my mind has formedUnknowingly, I have collectedSign after sign, eventuallyLearning how to link little ones togetherLike long threads of a loom in actionForming the shoddy rug shapeOf my compositionLike Aladdin’s carpet, It is made up.As his home isA drunken…
Dreams and Other Lies 