2004-01-15 - 7:35 p.m.

Scribbled in Two Minutes

If I still believed that the feeling surging in me
was truly nameless or beyond understanding
there would be some measure of hope to be found
in it's desolate uniqueness -- I would have surpassed the Known.

I've come a large and jagged circle
and where I once saw in myself a lack of commonality
I now see an omnipresent tarnish, universal brotherhood of dross.
In knowing myself, I have known you too well
to care for your presence.

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