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September 27, 2004
M.I.A.
This is the word missing
Like lost action gone
This is the world fishing
Taking vacations on.
Listening to glistening
Pure blank this thing in
A sparse hole empty and alone.
Gone is the thoughts like hair through a comb
Thinning and grey today and tomorrow.
Yesterday's canned food borrowed.
To be eaten but not savored.
Lost but not gone.
i hope.
Posted by Joe Sepi at September 27, 2004 11:01 AM