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Wednesday, July 28, 2004


This was the beggining, that is the end.
The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
Cloudy water
Endlessly deep
For someone to keep

Only underneath
That cloudy water
Will you sleep




Nearly the first poem I ever wrote.

The "cloudy water" is life. Life is fluid; it ripples when a rock is thrown in; you weigh less under it; you can drown in it; you can move your arms and hands and swim.

And someone must own that life--other than yourself--and only then will you not be restless, and only then will you find your way to the grave.

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