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October 17, 2004
I am cut into.
Cut in two.
Cold bones spill
Out over my chair.

A cloud has passed over my eyes,
Over my brain.
I have lost touch with the
Time. I have I just want to hide.

I have lost my insides.
My insight.
You know I want to be not

This leak and spiny
Heart
Pokes me
Poisons
And clings like dark
Death. You know I want to
Hide

From the hole
From the ache
From the empty verse tangled
In bailing twine.

And you know why
I can't walk why I can't
Carry this memory by
Myself