data mining

Posted: April 30, 2009 in Uncategorized

i am sick of mining
my memories my scars
and my meanings for
peddling and pawning.
when can i cry out?
and by cry i don’t mean
call to arms nor do i
want a spotlight i mean
cry and feel pain and tears
snaking down my neck
like sunshower streams.
i want to cry with the roots
beneath my feet asking them
who live under the world
to let me see what hold
the earth and let it spin.

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