It's the first time I've painted over my name
Covering this frame in my manipulated dream
was easier
even with eyes closed
than this new white
It wants to rake and bald
The white and I hold arms
and don't question the nature of our relationship
It was clear with the colors and lines
I drew, it came
Now who is going or coming
disappearing or returning
is uncertain and unimportant
The river does not stop catching rain
just because it's full
It swells indiscriminately
sending and being sent
on.
May 12, 09
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