the reduction of everything i know
the increase
i used to be one. i used to be
one i used to be a 'one'
i used to be lucked
one becomes my
hard mantra and so the morning wakes
only when i do
small pleasures alive
and a light never visible from here
nor ever deserving
of a long poem or anything other
than a finely phrased
goodnight
so, night, good.
Monday, October 22, 2007
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