My disease is rampant. How dare I plead for mercy, when there, innocence lies, asleep in the crib?

My corruption on the floor, at war with itself, all night, disturbing sleep, and dreamless sleep.

The endless nights, redundant. Offensive life, that keeps me trapped inside myself, an animal, caged within.

The soul looks out this dirty window, screaming, still inaudible.

Someone hea...

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In what sense is this so called life, like some fond memory has fled into this dark and irretrievable night, long lost, like adulthood buried beneath some building in Mexico.

Collapsed during an earthquake and then recovered. Two hearts still beating? And shall they live? Unlikely.

Unidentified mass that forms and rips apart, reshaping life, so seemingly indiscriminately and willful. (which ...

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And now the hurricane comes after the earthquake. It's only for one thing, one certain thing!

The phone calls made, the lines of age and cynicism emerge deeply on the surface of the face.

For the lack of sleep, the glowing building in the mist, the barking dog, a mainstay siren.

The memory of riding in a van somewhere. This catalog of life,a whistle in the dark, a siren.

The hurricane ...

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Because the socks surround the skin too tightly, they must lie moistened by almond scented hand and body lotion.

My exercising in self love and affirmation of existence every day!

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Sleep: If there is life again within this stone enclosure soon we will find out, until that comes we die a daily death.

And yet it is such a refreshment, this peculiar, restful, though we wake as needing even more of it and never have enough.

So life is horrified by this sleep we long for. I am tired, yet afraid to rest.

To let the limbs lie limp in flannel sheets, new and unexpected head...

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This rain that falls against the window, slicing night, pattering against the glass, the tip of the philodendron, or the baby, masking her arms, asleep, and then settling down to rest….again, and all the others sleeping, just not me; awake.

Slicing the night to ribbons, and searching effortlessly for anything better to do, or the presence of a mind with which to do it.

Slicing the night into...

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