Friday 12/24/2010 12:22:00 AM

the paper bends to the will of the stone. Rocks and sticks. breaking bones. and glass. slender pins. in the veins of gods. delivering ample doses.

the sick spill their cures from every opening. the mad sell their wisdom in empty boxes. small cuts. are enough to define the dolls. an array of misery knitted together by the angle of the rip.

holes in everything. margins slip away. as the end emerges. in flickering bulbs. and dull scissors.

paper caught in the sun. burdened with the choice. of what's worth saving.

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