When I think____
I experience the
fragility of
Your hands____
I feel the dust that seep
into your fingers,____
When I feel, my eyes drool,
like lemon gloss on the blue
of your father's car,____
When I feel, it drives away.
When I feel, eventful instances
shake the inner
recesses of the nothingness
of my mind,____
When I feel, it is as if you are not at all here.____
It is as if experience fears the dust that caress your hand____
When I experience, I feel the dust
against my chest.
- 3/13/08
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