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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

When

When {
micropixels behind the eyes wake up
like a colony of bees at night; }
When {
mahogany age-rings splayed across the table
begin to inch up against each other in the dark; }
When {
the lies of dead poets forced on the wall
break apart and form something more simple; }
When {
the television watches itself and cries
because tomorrow it goes to the glue factory; }
When {
books tumble off the shelves and open up
against the floor; }
When {
part of the brain climbs into a delta wave and
part of the brain sits, watching; }

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