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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, June 13, 2005

Transmission from the Mothership

all the lights out
the trick is losing and
being ready to lose
without cure for what eats
myself from the outside
it’s this continual feast
i wait for you to start
in perfect patience
it’s all a concert
we clamor to hear
what we think we’ve heard
is all just extempore
since the safest person to steal
from is yourself anyway


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