Friday, March 2, 2012

Tides Are Forever

In some incredibly brief two-years,
or some fleeting eternity or
abrupt infinity, or some
forever that was
over before I knew any thing like
watching grass grow in a
tortured slow fast-forward
in rapturous depression whose
introspection is maniacally
essential to everything and
and everything or else
what is anything good for
god damnit?

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