Tuesday, October 6, 2009

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Unbeknownst
the base of memories

stacks
forgets
builds
and burries

rubbles
so deep
so high
for a sigh to escape.

5 comments:

  1. sooner or later we escape...I love this

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  2. Wow..how did you get inside my brain and take a photograph of my cluttered mind??? ha! Love this, BJE...terrific writing.

    -KR

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  3. Thanks everyone, glad to know we are all on the same page capturing the same sensation.

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  4. Unbeknownst to you would ire turn o'er see, a nuncio would I return here. (from F. W. page 445.)

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