Thursday, June 9, 2011

Living translucently,
Waking, sleeping, shitting.
Waking only to realize I am
still asleep,following the obscenely straight
lines worn into the blasted concrete.
Absent minded, gone on leave;
the imaginary line between life and
make believe thins still, until it is
merely a blurry projection on a white board
being analyzed by a class of heartless students.

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