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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, January 31, 2005

Evidence of Things Unseen

substance of my godhead
among other worlds
of free elections
my paranormal investigator
usually comes up dry
finger deep in the ink of
pretend freedoms
where this much is true:
change is independent from all of us
whichever Lionel Ritchie song
you land on the airwaves
to the tune of my own secret
soul secure below eardrum
not listening to the news

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