Stef (firecat) wrote,
Stef
firecat

day 20, poem 16

xposted to 100poems

bonfire of the necessities
throw onto the woodpile
things you no longer need:
angst (just plain loneliness will do)
confusion (how can you be, if your mind won't hold
        two thoughts at once?)
hurrying (not when, at any time,
        breath might become as scarce as blue diamonds)

the last thing i add is silence
04/25/05
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