5/29/1998

The evening passes and

the moon shatters all

of the glass in

summers door.

I don’t know who

I am or what

I’m becoming or

have become.

A steady beat follows

me and constantly

reminds me of

past days of long.

It haunts and sobers

me with a quickness

that numbs and

sends me falling…

-KB

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