Out of control.

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February 2008 edited February 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

Under winter dangling wool covering eyes and thought.
In, they are coming.
No, no!
Inward can, inward can.
They want in, I can not.
They want in, I can not.
And today it starts, inward can.
They want in, I can not.
They want in, I can not.
And today it ends, inward can.
They are me.
They are me.
I want in, I can not.
I want in, I can not
They are me, I can not.
They are me, I can not.
Inward can.

for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce