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alone in the world

Posted to Action Poetry

utterly alone
converse with your own whisper
taken by wind
Need GOD
need God for his mad crayola skills
gouging me into the worlld without throne
concistent in sand in ocean beach
the only place round here that can keep me calm
stop the tremor
thought about hell on the bus
the sadness
the pain
which is why i live
why i continue
what reminds me that this
is actually taking place
right now is fucking time lines
past tense is the only recall
the only right now
hands are to slow
process cripled