a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

April 22, 2005

this is where I began.
This is where I begin.

I'm going to the end.
I'm arriveing here, the
end
comes off and I float down to the rafters,
smell the wood
as I pass it through on my way to the beginning
here again,
still,
where I began.

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