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64...nothing to do with gray souls
out of time
out of words
9:22 a.m., reading Deka 3
cat food
bologna sandwich
Absorbing
silent memory
remembering
canned wisdom
fountainpen
Sneaking downstairs, 2a.m., for
icecream
falling, stifling screams, too early
you asleep
drugged sleep
screaming...hand over mouth
down too fast
knee popping
flashes of future
Or so the tech's eyebrow, raised,
pointed out
of time
out of words
I returned on crutches
knee a basketball
Pinned one sheet, denied your
culpability
denied my right
or wrong
Master.