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JOURNAL #13

when you can not be inside

then choose to be beside

as the moon rules the ocean

more so than just the tide

into the acoustics

the guitar starts to slide

while mirrors of indefinite pause

take pot shots at pride

and the walls we ourselves consider

windows

decompose

like others who've died

forcing upwards

the phantoms

that can only divide............

(June 8, 1995)

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