Thursday, September 10, 2009

Mute

Hold them both.
Keep those gnarly ideas
in their cages, one
on each side of the
brain. You know who belongs
where. Kick up your heels
now because you've
figured it out. The
sense is to not make
any. Life's circles
are precious. Logic
isn't a square.



Now what? Take that
bubble and dip into
your muted reflection.

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