Distraught at repetition because I gave
Already to the uniform sun light.
Section 6 will remain un-interred.
This will be reported to the stairwell
As in for the time pretending a snake
Wishing for a handshake, for a glass
Of permanent distraction, will later,
In section 6, dream a vanishing for us
Too. For the legend in her toupee stands
Waiving but no one says anything. She
Doesn’t know. We’re all afraid to speak,
To squelch. Oh, this light cracking
Open my tomb. She slithers back
A haunch of darkness like a curtain.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
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