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Age

March 5, 2010

Another year
of blurring vision,
early nights,
paid bills,
and more life
spilled into
notebooks,
paper-scraps,
typed pages
that still call me,
pull me away
from warm blankets,
tomorrows promises,
work, all less real
than words,
phrases in wineglasses,
whispering breezes,
all the moments
I grasp after,
dissect and preserve
in my own scientific jargon.

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