Monday, December 12, 2005

there are no rules

there are no rules of judgment
mistreated - as a leaking faucet
rattles the brain.
The moment thought escapes me.
Impregnating reality!
That the truth is spoken only when
heard as an emotional outburst?
The realist is frozen...
clock.
Clock.
Time is a clock.
The concept is reality in different meanings;
context / words.

Fully dream the dream.

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