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Thursday, September 03, 2009


It happened so suddenly
I died, maybe
I am not here, but my mother is
And strangers, with knowledge
That I am somewhere
Its speckled, my perception is
About my journey to heaven
Or to hell
I must be going anywhere
I am nowhere.

Its that bleep, and that huff
That keeps me awake
I am the tide at ebb
But the activity edges me to flo
I am the jelly in the water,
From the fishing net I slip away
Into the dark and back in the light
I don't know where
I am still not there.

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