Urchin Head

April 29, 2010
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They pull me out of bed
But all I can do,
Is think and hold on to the words
That are now coming out
That were so reluctant to
Just moments before.
Lines are in my head like a sea urchin.
It pricks,
But they stick out
In all forms and directions
From one which is hidden
By the darkness of their meaning.

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