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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Project 365 #1 Retreat


Once said aloud
one can hardly unsay
outpouring of words
reach light of day
and sure there was a promise
somehow mislaid
by the toil of time
and silence the trade
when screaming in void
my lungs became vacuum
I implode and retreat
i cannot resume.
when a series of false starts
become a patterned step
a disjointed waltz
I stumble, inept.
I once knew this life
I once breathed it in
but now only exhales
and further we shrink
I've mourned you already
I mourn you each day
a shadow of words
you cannot relay.

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