the boy machine knits
his eyebrows into confusion
and shame at his
heavy incorporeal almost nature
tensing up at happy
noises and joyous words
the algorithms of thought
shutting down without warning
we met out here
away from anyone else
not expecting fellow travelers
inside our own brains
I stumble frequently because
I don't pay attention
to the near once
my thoughts stretch far
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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