Saturday, March 2, 2013

Asylum Walk (57)

Medicine cabinet prayer. Don’t just show me shaving mirror news: stubble’s daily trespass and beheading, dental scuzz and floss. Return me to myself all-angledly: what I am, am not, would be, would stop being. Make of prismed rays one beam.

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