May 16, 2010
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I begin to write
Noting the empty pages
Of mind my mind’s
Material manor
A thousand rooms
Side by side
Like the fragile frame
That floats across
The stream of ink
It begins to steep
Within a cup
You can’t become
The only memory
That lies upon
My last page blank

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