October 21, 2003

  • If I spoke every single speck,
    there would be nothing left for me to reflect.
    Some things are best told in retrospect.
    After I take time to digest
    and reinvest
    Time into the thought, the deed,
    The seed I am soon to sow.
    Some things I know.
    Others, need a quiet mind.

    In my frazzle of lost space
    I have discovered a place
    All my own
    'Tis what I need
    To plant my seed
    To meditate and pray
    Everyday.


    ALONE.

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mschif

What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.

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