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The Day I learned to Live

Lo behold!

The day 

I learned to live!

Rejoice in that

silent beat of

poetry what

words dredge

the brilliant


inside myself

( Unlike you

I don't have a 

choice; I'm a 

slave to poesy)

Enough! I have


of wasted minutes

on the eve of all

anxieties; embarrassed

by the thought embarrassment

has stolen enough of my

time; I banish it to the

brackish waters 

Awake; i've come alive again!

Some bride of Frankenstein, 

I'm gone to play with the

angels and rose petals

What plastic wasting away

on street corners I won't take

it from itself but I'll watch it melt. 

I'll gorge on music

sun speckled dirt

and strange conversations

What a blessed day;

The day I learned 

to Live again 


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