Thursday, September 23, 2010

1111. PANDIT-REES

PANDIT-REES
Why is there an orchid growing in the bathroom?
I awoke, as if from another land, with only that
thought in mind; a better place, more suited
to my ways and needs. A needle into a
spike. We goad the changing illusions on.
I had not wanted words, but got them anyway.

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