----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pander sometimes my soul is so large it can barely be contained in the universe of my subconscious pandering. wandering and bleeding one intention into another work of poetry and i carry on dripping dirtying one piece of pristine white paper after another with my utterances. today my soul is so small i can barely contain it in my tightly grasped fist. drop of oil in an ocean of disaster i am fighting to survive fighting to breathe. embryo of lightning tiny flame in a bell jar 1:33 a.m. - 2004-11-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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