January 15, 2011

re: txt poem

It is but of course is not me There are
many souls to decipher And these
dots do refuse to be connected or
consumed by an common credo

To out and out certainty To
untrammeled happiness May they never be
tainted diluted used all up If so then
let us be too mad for worry

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