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2.08.2008
2 Comments:
CAN'T SLEEP
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> I sit here, it is 4 AM.
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> Death sits on me
> and overbounds my physicality.
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> It must be my underlying thought.
> But now I know where it comes from.
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> I sit here, I lie here,
> it is 4:15
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> out in the open,
> under the stars,
> let it rebound in my body,
> my non-existing corpus,
> into the snows of abstract flesh
> that flood with light, my sorrow.
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> MILLENNIUM DUST (Kulchur Foundation, 1982), p. 95
Thanks Michael.
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