Thursday, April 1, 2010

It hasn't gone yet.

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SIZE MATTERS

Beached and baked,
Sun bleached.
Born of sediment.
Sedimentary amalgamation
Couldn't withstand
Force applied
So series of singular
Identical happenstance
Lead to me.
Compression and heat
Made my father,
Erosion was my surrogate.
Manhood's map eroded,
What I learned misleading.
For now
Hope is a pebble.
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