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Sunday, July 18, 2004


staind glass
lying in beb contemplating tomorrow simply meditating i stare into a single empty spot and i notice a penatratingof two eyes looking up and downat eight my eyes at 10 beer cans forming a pryimid and i close my lids thinking was it i that made this tin pryimid or or mabey it was the watchers i open my eyes to see the pryimid now a pyre and the face with in is my one cold and uncaring of its mesage but i will not fall prey i hurl my pillow at the infernal grave as if to save my eyes from the horrific understanding was it fate that left one stand wye dose this solitary tin solider in defiant to my pillow he says to me you must surreder your dreams its just we sit all day in awe i nod invounerible and he closes my eyes when i crawl out of bed i get up my hair tanggled in a mess of black locks i enter the kitchen ang go tothe ice box i pull asingle can of berr as i begin to drink i hear rhe wheeping of an abandand infant....
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