fitzroy gardens
July 29th, 2009
Time is a mirror.
Everything repeats
until you learn.
Trapped in the unknowing.
Sentenced to life.
Remind me.
please.
An angle of patterns at my feet.
Trains rattle and whirr in the distance.
It’s all about waiting, patience, suppressing the insides.
The suits in this park make me uneasy.
A nervous wind picks up.
If I keep quiet, maybe I’ll turn invisible.
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