Dec 04

a collection of words spat out

some          times
     I                          am
well   maybe   not
                          can't say

beautiful      flowers
die
     wither       and
    stroke                 the
          context
  of        bright
                                stones

 I      don't      like
well         maybe   not
   answer           forgiven

taken back
                  retreating       
tide
back      into    some    thing
other   people   ask

humanity       is
   well   maybe   not
          can't say
lesser            ideas
         tossed
to   the     wind
bringing          need    to
well     maybe             not

shadows      unattached
to      their                frames
roaming   freely
                            into
a     world
                they now
     rule

fall   ing      back     wards
into a pit        of     
unfound                          words
             well       maybe not

I see           you
   looking    at
   well maybe       not
could     be     a similar
   refection
    don't
you
              think

do not      be inpatient
with                   unknowing
have   hope  
                   you will
know what             recollection
       feels like

 
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