exit.

2006-08-08 7:40 p.m.

swear, say
these lines crossed me, collided with me body and sent
little tics into my muscles, reminders of the time spent

unhealthy.

disbelief.

associations

make collections of my mettle, take account of what i have seen

when i have seen nothing, these lengths
are scratches on the surface, do not
qualify me as knowing, increase
the pressure, the difficulty of breathing, and i
am relieved

to seek after peace and freedom, come easily into recogntion, to search out the good i have been given, to let go
of suffering.

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