notes #102
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" I don't know you, don't want to know anything about you. "
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In morning light 
just as the sun peeks 
over the horizen. 
East of west not sure. 
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Chemicals circulate from stars 
through my head. 
colors match -- the blinking stars 
lift my minds eye out up from this body 
sitting there in hard rose chair carved
in faces ... eyes that follow 
mouths of shadow speaking in whispers 
rose wood lips move softly, 
hardly I hear warnings yelled. 
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Little voices no one hears except me 
babble so much 
I scream 
just to drown them out 
briefly they quiet 
		until again I remember 
they're still in my head. 


By: David E. Howerton
©[08/15/1990]
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