Monday, May 14, 2012

Unhanded

Afraid of influence,
even music is a drug, facilitator,
reading sews seeds, wildly germinating
what you want is the true sound
of your own voice
even if it croaks
I am parched...
starving.

Someone said organic
three times in one sentence,
and that was enough to
put me off

It doesn't take much
to realize smallness
and to bring it into being

I am telling you
that I am something
that must be overcome.

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