Tuesday, August 26, 2008


I want to pour out my mind
onto a leaf of paper,
as you have poured out
your heart on my plate.
so you could see what
makes me sane-
or reverse,
and like or despise me
at your cost- validly.
but lately I've been thinking (surprise)
enough to fill a novel
but far too little to write,
so I can't describe to you
why I shoved it away.
put in a box and left it.
and you've given me nothing-
nothing to go on...to allow me to see why
you do it so well.
all I will know is that it's endlessly beautiful
-that broken validity-
that I cannot express.

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