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Heavy words
crouch along the rim
of my conciousness.

They know
that I'm evading them.

I pretend.

Not so much
that I don't know.
Rather,
that there's nothing there
to notice,
or evade.

But still they sit.

And I do know.

 

© Christine Rigden 1989

 


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