Friday, December 11, 2009

Map of Map

Forget, forgetful
Tales of regretful
People, person
Wither and worsen

Nothing said is true, especially in regard to what remains important. Through and through all of these guiltless words keep pushing outwards against what was built to contain them. In this frigid moment it's hard to think of what must have been when time didn't know what was to be, or what was to come. In any case, the fact remains, what is said is false, and what is read is the same.

Forget, forgetful
Tales of regretful
People, person
Wither and worsen

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