a poem a day keeps something away
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
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hurting through
a painless vortex of
card board and
bland fiber material--
fractals are everywhere.
my faults occur in patterns,
my troubles in
geometric shapes.
"i am a failure"
repeated into infinite distance
so that the phrase becomes
irrelevant
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