Thursday, March 4, 2010

The Hour Of Sleep by Daniel Martin Moore

entitled

seven days / later
i

learn (which kind of) static
electricity

can melt the
technical mind of this solid

hard (drive)   /   i

set  down
next to you. some(how_

the hum_of    goodness

grace

shouts out) / loud and
i

don't know you.
it

turns out

i never did. considering if
(perhaps)
      /   i had,

i would have known (in_

tuited) how much
you are not like

my father,

the
best person

ever
known. /   buzz.

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