Tuesday, January 08, 2008

The Yawn

So I don't look out I just let myself look beyond and let the furthest place be next door and beginning to swell under a giant's spell and bigger than your own pocket universe and the eyeless mouths and mouthless eyes with teethless fingers and earless palms and I sometimes miss the early days.

The best and the brightest of my generation have vanished.

Not even left raving mad on the streets naked.

It's a really neat trick, to yawn.

When all this is going on.

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