Mei 16, 2008

SEQUENCES

Quarter

One clue lyin’ inside my head

it’s not true

it spines cleaving my eye into two

steppin’ among hair making a fence

fallin’ into my imagination

Half

A dozen herons mess up one clue

It’s not a clue

Clues

Become hurricane stabbing between two lungs

Breathing is not completely breath

But my ten fingers absorb the fluid

One

It’s only one

No fence and hurricane

Just clue the only one

No dice

(sayid)

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