in my head all day today why'd you it said
just like the bones of the hand let em roll out like dice
let em rule, like the shapes of the words and the sounds
of the words, the cadences of the words; there is no empty
cadence. nor coda. every winter is a coda.
there are cells and there are cells
file 313 is on again like clockwork because I say it is
like frost on steel like frost on steel
branded brand new burns like brandy that's a good burn there
just don't lose yourself underground
no
see that is where you go to find things
Thursday, February 12, 2009
2/2 time
Posted by Unknown at 11:43 AM
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