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2002 What planet
am I on?
When did I last
touch earth?
The only world I understand
is the world of being me.
...attempts to catch
a moment in time,
freeze it
on the page
sometimes work too well.
Writing
only makes all of this
seem so much more
real.
The snow whirls and twirls
in the air
(as do my thoughts)
a mass of wild confusion
but silent!
like me.
...it leaves it's mark for a moment
blanketing the houses, the trees, the page...
but disappearing,
as the rest of the world enters spring.
The world has lost me
and I
have lost
the world.
