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Tuesday, August 3rd 2004
attention ! deep flying birds crossing.
could be a useful sign post
on mountain bike trails
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sleep
eat
play
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instincts used
to take lifes
between meals
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never noticed
that the air
is pure poison
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thoughts,
so different from mine.
affecting me, even more
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Monday, August 2nd 2004
back again, life in luxury:
called a friend, stroked my cat,
played my bass
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hanging in the sky
like a ripe peach
the size of a watermellon
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a glimmer of light
unrecognized, in darkness, by most
acknowledged, bright as the sun, by friends
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My power animal beckons,
but I prefer safety
and fail to answer.
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i forgot
what seemed so important
but obviously was not
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