A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Don't Bother
Permanently disabled.
Utterly incapable.
In all honesty,
Numbness enabled,
I can't.
I just can't,
do it.
There is nothing left,
Of me.
Hollow,
And useless.
Ultimately, effectively,
Defectively,
Discarded.
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