Written extemporaneously when somewhat intoxicated by alcohol at 3 a.m. on 10 December 2011.
What are the lines when extracted from the mind?
What are lines?
when hidden sometime in summertime,
when lines were one time of a mind unlike that now mine—
signs of a time when mind was kind,
kind like the lines that seep through all the time,
that seep through my mind, clocking away aligned with time;
and the spine of mine that heightens with every line that my mind, though unkind, writes,
line by line by line by line.
M.M. — December MMXI
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