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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
poem || Peter Sherburn-Zimmer
stop drinking the morning coffee for today
despite recent calibrations of the soul breaking all the rules? no, just the latest guidelines to avoid excess to maintain access to my own thoughts the sky is homogeneous this morning, my love, the air is in equilibrium. We know the sounds have passed her apogee once again but we don't know what that means
or so it begins pulse thundering in my right ear time to be here with myself coffee warm weak but ok breathing exercises need to run more than a couple seconds to be effective
my brain is still stuck on the day before yesterday, and I am uncomfortable not being able to move forward emotionally etcetera