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after being smacked in the face
with a bunch of bullshit . . . repeatedly
mind clouded up
too much to pick apart
don't want to ~ don't have to
when it gets too deep
I close off ~ stare off
and recall number eleven grief
that speaks my name
calls me back to the center
where it all stays real
and I see wheelchairs
and hear thoughts
that sound like my own voice
forever embedded
like rock walls & steps
and future swings on
empty poles
put into the ground
by huge muscles
with a bunch of bullshit . . . repeatedly
mind clouded up
too much to pick apart
don't want to ~ don't have to
when it gets too deep
I close off ~ stare off
and recall number eleven grief
that speaks my name
calls me back to the center
where it all stays real
and I see wheelchairs
and hear thoughts
that sound like my own voice
forever embedded
like rock walls & steps
and future swings on
empty poles
put into the ground
by huge muscles
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just because you're involved
why should they?
why be surprised?
why take it personally?
people are themselves
over and over again
they are finding themselves by repetition
I especially like the middle part
it is well written
thanks
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07