I am a cloudwatcher. I am a listener of dripping faucets.
I used to be a dream catcher. Now my dreams are cautious.
Lame and mute and easily trapped.
A re-run of nothing lasts.
-But nothing.
That always hangs about.
Nothing.
I’ve found a generous amount.
Of nothing.
Thanks for always being there.
Nothing.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
I am a cloudwatcher. I am a listener of dripping faucets.
I used to be a dream catcher. Now my dreams are cautious.
Lame and mute and easily trapped.
A re-run of nothing lasts.
-But nothing.
That always hangs about.
Nothing.
I’ve found a generous amount.
Of nothing.
Thanks for always being there.
Nothing.
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