April 7, 2011
And were I to stand on my own two feet in a sea of nothing?
April 14, 2011

—to read
between a castle
of books
and spectacles
remembering mortar
and the siege
engines;
enough to know
three hundred
crippled
but just enough
where memory
argues
and sleeps.

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