I think YOU'RE a fake.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Blot

Blot out the sun
And the small spots of light
That make up this man
With no city
And no walls
An exposed blot
On this board
An exposed spot
Of small light
That went dark
In the quiet

Consumed by the white
Posted by James Martin at 5/25/2008
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