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Eunoic Jun 2013
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I begin,
scrambled words on a page, free forming
moving pen before I think
what's happening to me?
The pen finds out before I can know
I wrote it for him, that book of nonsense
It is my life incorrectly remembered and subjectified.
My life as if it could be put in a pocket, finite
Life as much as it is finite, is infinite
Each second stretching inward toward eternity
while stretching outwards toward
the end.
Eunoic Jun 2013
shaken, shoke
slapped, choked
life doesn't do you easy
it never does when it wants you to wake up
Please Wake Up
Screaming, Begging
never crying, but never broken
please come back to fantasy
Wake up.

— The End —