once
so random journal
takes
on a voice
of
it's own no dread
left
on top
back
from the beginning
as
good a place
as
any to begin
again
over twice
as
fast as when it's
warm
to the bone
quite
the opposite from
how
the saying goes
then
again
everyone
fell for the lie
down
into the pit
where
nothing is even
noticed
never mind concluded
the
same place
where
the dog somehow
finds
some rest
he
grinds his teeth
and
has resorted
to
long nights
on
the back porch
alone
with so much thought
very
little to say
the
sound of rain
can
be heard out the window
another
silent night
nothing
concluded
as
if December
and
every one is Christian
do
they even know
what
they believe
inside
out searching
nothing
concluded
ten
ten
oh
five
need
to stop
using
the crutch...
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