Wednesday, June 2, 2010

929. IT BEARS NO MEANING

IT BEARS NO
MEANING TODAY
My sheen entabulature - an
irrevocable echo between caves
and walls sundered by doubt and
left open. I am not at home. I
am away. I travel about. If
they play 'Shenandoah' once more,
I swear I shall scream.

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