Saturday, July 13, 2013

This is a moment
that needs recording.
A poem only just
kinda looks like a
poem is what makes
a poem is the
central fucking point.
But that's an aside.
Give voice to Sabice.
He hides. He has
no boundaries and
no purpose and
since no purpose no
boundaries.

For him it would
be enough for
there just to be
the clicking of
a typewriter. Does
that work for you?

But these are just asides.

Back to the moment.

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