Thursday, October 22, 2015

Whatever reality is

Too much structure___
I feel cold in a space
where there is no
breeze___,
then there's outside
where there are others___,
& down the middle
I smile w/ glee as
a pool of blood
cakes my
ankles,
from patterns applied to

___ reality ___.

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