the
tenth year
of
the five liners
thoughts
stuck
between
other
random
notes
remember
those days
just
after turning twenty-one
trying
to understand
what
some of it meant
ten
years later now
my
own cup of coffee
in
the house my grand father
built
and died in
nothing
concluded
continuing
the pensive
behavior
in the basement
just
as hands on
just
not as useful
ten
years ago things were
different
though
similar enough
that
changes were made
both
simple and subtle
ten
years later
wishing
the obvious
what
I know now
knew
it then
wish
I knew something
self-absorbed
or
just absorbed
into
all the people and things
that
are closest to me
the
five liners of thought
how
many pages before something
nothing
concluded...
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