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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

"Incoming"

A new poem. They said it couldn't be done!

"Incoming"

The sound-bullet labyrinths
its way into my head. All
the past remembered as well
as it was previously forgotten.

That heavy, candy-sticky 1998 feeling,
when I was unsure of the map of
the map I was tracing into the road
that kept churning itself to mud

under the wheels. It made little
sense then, even less now,
though I seem to understand something
new about that map of a map,

and this new map of a map of a map
of now (then, whatever and whenever)

that we are creating together,
certain and unsure, and absolutely,

absolutely yes.

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