that’s right
this page is last years
this page u prolly helped me write
its drowning in the lonliest lake
of blakspit and snow and faded distances
the horizon shrinks
lower lower.
…
write with me agin
rhythms that slip thru the craks
no cadence no climate no climax
write with me
furiously
scrawling over the past.
2-9-03
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