Saturday, September 13, 2014

5900. HAVE TO

HAVE TO
I have to bide my time, holding needles amidst
all the scarred arms. Nodding to whatever speaks,
the impetus to respond, I fight that off. I no longer
wish to talk, have nothing but little to say, and can
not add anything to this rather modern day.
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I am whitewashing my house with pliant effusion,
lies and demarcations that can make new borders :
divine ones that Man cannot fight over. 

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