at the night when i shut myself (black ode for thinker-bell)
the cause of this brain
catastrophe
the seizer of my mind
overflowed
with prodigious amounts of thoughts
in myriad forms
and shapes and contours and lines and moulds
so uncontrollable
turbulently on tenterhooks
thinker-bell,
last night
i shut myself
try to hush the calamity
inside
there in silence
i drew a map of my brain
only to discover that
you were attached
to every single speckle
of my contemplation
-----sisie-----
Wed, Oct 13-04
-1750-
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