Tuesday, August 05, 2003

i cannot remember the first time, nor the last, nor any time at all.
the mind draws blanks as an expert artist would...
that crafty mind of mine, using void to express
and using clean to congest.
how proud i am of you, you little man
imagine yourself tall again
nothing is always bigger when compared to nothing at all

this, the writing from a blank mind.


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