a life's living moments
come out of the blue
the narrative gets lost
while intense bits accrue
so i write a record each
new year's to december
to help not forget
for all i remember
moments of blistering truth
and daily deluge of lying
uncontrolled laughter and
the death-wishing crying
as the mural gets painted
somehow it makes sense
though it's blurry, distorted
light, dark, and intense
stephenhsmith 28sept2008
28 September 2008
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