5/07/2012

Dogma


My exhaustion means
nothings. There are consequences
to endure. The repelling aspects

of electrical beings, the appalling
state of affairs. One man’s
sounds on the street is another’s
obnoxious whistling. So much
to be concerned with on our
walks back

from restaurants.
So many dogmas.
Choose yours
and work, not to

prove its reality,
but to discredit the rest.

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