Wednesday, April 22, 1998

nothing concluded 96

usually self-inflicted
the solitude
submerged completely
at times
scarce room to breathe

who am I to believe
I can be invisible
if I want
to imagine that possibility
just might come

back to join this spot
and what is it called
when the mind won’t stop it’s
circles around each bend
or break the self so dizzy…

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