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Thursday, July 1, 2010

grave yard wind

the sad state of affairs
mass hypnosis
lies - over our heads
we fall for the whopper
I satiate my pain into numbness with ice cream thickening my blood
lips twitch
my definition is being constricted by my instruction to behave
Zen behaviour is a foreign language to me
calm? when I am ignited and short circuiting?
calm mastery
zig/zag brainwaves
petals in the wind
echoes of tears
etched in the wave

added 1944 7-3-10