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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.