Monday, August 23, 2010

Stop.
You're funny for thinking
I am deaf.
You're blind.
Yet, you accommodate 
Why does curiosity provide me with
life?
What is your life?
Mine is like a cold summer day flurried with forward motion.
Frequency reversed?
Hold on.
Attendance is required.
Don't you dare lecture me.
Where are your ear lobes?
My lenses are bewildered by
your subsequent absence.
Go.

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