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[aid] => mick
[title] => is this slow enough, buddy
[time] => 2015-10-04 11:52:45
[hometext] => We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.~May Sarton
[bodytext] => words move
inky against
the white
should
the utterance
be an undoing
with the tug
of the first letter/feel
brimming with
the unsaid
instead I go cubist
my words tectonic
and akimbo
and if needed
to climb
dropping notes
pen wide open
to all the alchemy
in MY world
where even 'they"
can't smash
ideas shooting
strings of gray matter
and laying my epiphany/page/poem
while kneeling in my heart
getting at the wall
with a ball-point/ball-peen
hammer/pen
valves still
opening and closing
laughing whisper-smoke
messages I...I am...I am different.
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[topic] => 73
[informant] => ming
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
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