Saturday, October 30, 2010


I cut open a gaping hole,
it reveals all the things I must remove.
To dig deep, scraping, cutting,
digging into the impurities.
Taking time, deep inside my mind.
I carve out how I see myself,
with moons and stars, I follow the night.
Oak trees, rooted firmly,
disconnected, old and withered.

And as I finish my pumpkin,
I am reminded that it's the end of October. Time is moving too fast.

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