4:37 PM friday, october 13th, 2006

no one would believe what’s going to happen
if i told you now you’d think i’m crazier
than you previously thought and holy cow
who once looked in my eyes and meant me
a low low man

none. i will always be alone. this thick skin
keeps me safe and warm from all harm and
the merging souls of passing strangers one is
green and orange, one is black one is perfect blue
one is colorless and unreal

earl walked down the summer slope with duke
until they came to a pool, and saw things moving
on the horizon of it and as they turned to flee
it came alive swollen with ghostly souls
run like crazy

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