Monday, 14 February 2011

The hill

I walked down the hill today and saw other people on my journey.
I saw cars and buses. These did not crash.

I made a square circle today and heard red on my journey.
I heard thick and thin. These did not smell.

I destroyed the thought of my arm today and tore through my mind.
I destroyed me and myself. This was not physical.

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