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by firecracker

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-05-10 20:28:00

Parent message is 447610
this distance kills me
every day
sweeping, in broad motion,
the impossibility
closer to my footsteps
lightly pressed
into what i have
left.
            and gnats hang
silent in the air
rain
f
l
o
a
t
s
do
wn
in a vio-
lent
declaration of
        loneliness


i remember locust trees

your mouth on mine

petals falling

rain misting to the ground

i’m unable to tell
the difference
anymore.

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