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Mar 2012
A lion that cannot roar,
A mouse's voice that booms across a tiny horizon
in a box pushed up against the window
shuffling about in the night
aimlessly pacing forgetting what was just back there
but knowing that he unwraps the fabric of time
spinning it back, onto A spindle-y future
BLIND BLIND BLIND
a mouse gone blind now thrice
what can't I see
What can can i see
what if you don't see too
well then i must be
MADMADMADMAN
there is something blurry off there in the distance
i can cannot tell if my window is *****
or the thing is simply a vague example of poor resolution
My voice booms
is it is louder than it isn't is it
SHOW ME SHOW WE SHOW US US US US
if you brought your nocs
what is it you see
CAN IT BE
that poorly resolved distant figurine behind the ***** glass of the cardboard prison is it could it be
ME
Zachary Devitt
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