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May 9th / Friday / '08

she said to her cell

a beautiful poem by aco, untitled

+= ‘look at him go’;
she said to her cell(ƒ);
this deviation.
a silent gesture;
F
A
L
L
×→1 { in };

and in that short stint of ?time
where the words hung in the sky like satellites
so far,
so quiet.

an entire future,
our::~dream() { }

was deconstructed
before eyes like glass,

infinite

in var %iable decisions led us all to rest,
reflect
and
react.

for(this; ; )
I = I = I = will never depend on you again;