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Psyfoot.
madderhatter

I trip, shatter-thudding
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and vacantly follow
 2
a dull echo
 3
flooding underwater
 4
chambers; swirling heavy
 5
tiptoes down the hallways of my mind.
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Together there, we bully backwards
 7
my lips hitting the carpet without
 8
notice; my identity spins itself upwards,
 9
hazing out
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into gray-blackness. A jar is thrown
 11
from a confused set of five-finger-digits and
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a spongy sense of balance. I fall
 13
to glass. You hit to glass.
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Where are we going.
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I have lost you in a sea of waves
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twisting my wrists, grasping my grip lose.
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Amnesia overpowers
 18
my pleading memory.
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The clock keeps ticking while time stares back
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blankly,
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unable to answer my pitted stomach.
 22
 
 
In a pool of cold I reside in wait.
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wait for the heat to slink its way back
 24
the smiles
 25
to regain their bright lights, though unsure the sun
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can remember to shine.
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His arms are weak and his heart wrenched
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between the cracks.
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He and his sunglasses gone to find a better life
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without the sea
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and the hallways.
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24 Aug 08


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