it hasn't rained in weeks here, no
bitter reflective pools to
bury my eyes deep in their
holds. a modicum of selfinspection
the ripples extend from the plane+
enter my body shifting all
the atoms around inside me
to just over. am i now another me?
if the puddle shifts as well as i,
aren't i exactly the same?
Sunday, August 1, 2010
71-shift
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