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Jun 2020
i promise once having returned from the void i will have found a voice
something to say
a raid on the inarticulate
no,not just clever this time
butΒ genuine,authentic
..silence might be another kind of rant i fell into
marking poverty of speech, gaunt vocabulary,Β the toll of meaning
all falling together into a clump, the abyss
tell me you know of this place,where i am
Β Β -your much closer than myself
in saying it may really all exist
and might matter after all.
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