that one
i wrote alot of things
about that one.
beautiful things and heartsick
things and hopeful things
and horrible things too.
some were okay but most
weren't okay in any way but
they're all still here, laying
around like a bunch of old
dive suits lined up side by side
in a navy warehouse - the kind with
the big round bronze helmets
and tubes that go up to
the surface for air and
monstrous boots for trodding
around ocean floors and
sunk submarines and the like
but unlike that congregation of
ghastly obsolete apparatuses,
those things i wrote aren't worth
the ink i spent on them
now.
i guess it's time to start over,
again.
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