THERE'S NOTHING
NO MORE I CAN DO
Annabelle is gone, and the same can be said of me;
the deepest lines that crease these papers will soon
be used to tear. Like an electric bill, with perforations.
I've grown dizzy now : it just has to be. I must reach
some critical mass and let things take their course.
Blow steam, explode from within, take on, all,
a life of their own. My words are below, in the
canyon, and that's an expensive balloon
that I just saw come crashing down.
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