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[postmodern_hysteric]

I wrote this the otherday when I was sad:

Holding Pattern

cotton woods flurry with rage
like these tears that can not fall
and the hot air is choking me.

as the lazy rain drizzles from the sky
I remember these feet are on solid ground
yet I have washed up upon this shore
with my gnarled dry white bones

this is all I have brought with me
a burden of desolation
and potential not realized
in is this garden we shall lay ourselves down
among the vile things
which we shall forever walk among.

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in other news, at the wedding I was told I looked like Lisa Loeb, that made my day.