SOME MEN
Normal things expire, others
stay too long; some men stay
forever, never knowing that is
wrong. The idea of dreaming
is the dream that ends.
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I was born by the gypsy's hands,
and at birth she told my mother
I was pre-ordained for dissolution.
Though no one there knew exactly
what that meant, I felt it in my
soft and as-yes not fully-formed
bones. I would twist, like a tree in
the wind, and grow twisted too.
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So much for eking out a living,
my little mind thought. First, let
me close my fontanelles, and only
then begin this dissolution?
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