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🦋 Displacement
Uno no es de ninguna parte
mientras no tenga un muerto bajo la tierra
my perception of duration and of sequence of events is growing weaker
dislocation
fading slowly into timelessness, displacement
sense memory of objects I displaced, dispersed
so,
I rubbed against the floors I walked on
and they do my thinking now
posted morning of Sunday, December 16th, 2012 ➳ More posts about Poetry ➳ More posts about Writing Projects ➳ More posts about Projects
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posted morning of December 16th, 2012 by Jeremy
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