Saturday, April 15, 2000


Of the days that dwell within 
    the numbness of my toes
    and the hours spent in 
    concentration quiet and intense -

Blankness in some guise has
     found me with clamped eyes
     and pinched nostrils,
     leaning back into the fall
    and looking only at the 
    retreating face of imagination
    and hope.

I trust that resolves the issue.

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