Phrases found on the fringes - mined like so much precious metal. Souvenirs from the unknown, barely stable, yet somehow bound by words incapable of containing them. Humble reflections of the sweet mystery...
Friday, December 10, 2010
Compelled
Late-night hours, contacts shrink-wrapped over my eyeballs.
Gummy lips prodded by my darting tongue.
Four fingertips: asdf jkl; the building blocks of my creation.
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