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Half-inch Poetry

Reluctant footsteps
at my door
should I ask him in?

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Unfinished poems
at my bedside
I will miss evenings like these
smell of virgin rims

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Unfinished bedside poems
know
to pause,

    sometimes,

is to end

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I write
to remember
to forget

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I live life
life lives me
Both lives-
are they mine?

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A thousand
suns
rise
set
inside me
blinded.

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Last Night
I made a wish to
a flickering bulb
far away

Sky was thick with black clouds.

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This life which you live and have lived, must be lived again by you, and innumerable times more. And there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and every sigh— everything unspeakably small and great in your life—must come again to you, and in the same sequence and series – Friedrich Nietzsche, The Eternal Recurrence. The Gay Science (1882), p. 341

A change in something seemingly innocuous, such as a flap of a butterfly’s wings, may have unexpected larger consequences in the future, such as the path a hurricane will travel. If you change even the smallest of life’s details, you completely change its outcome. –The Butterfly Effect. Edward Lorenz.

Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red No
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Sun
bow bow bow bow bow bow bow No
R A I N B O W

Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red No
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Sun
bow bow bow bow bow bow bow No
R A I N B O W

Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red No
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Sun
bow bow bow bow bow bow bow No
R A I N B O W
Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red No
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Sun
bow bow bow bow bow bow bow No
R A I N B O W

Some-times

S-o-m-e-t-i-m-e-s

wor ds be come color less trans parent threat ening to strip my mi nd

n–a–k–e–d

n^0 Time

n^0                                                                                         
Time
T-0
Reason 

n^0
Time
F-0-R
Poetry

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