untitled VII

I was born into the first week of December

That means the beginning of the end


Beside the last in the line of an emotional time

And the dynamo of practical men


My threshold is a tune to these sensations

Residing with residual sound


I get so low I need a little pick-me-up

I get so high I need a bring-me-down


Albuquerque, NM

The End

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