....fr act ure d....
....little bits and pieces
with jagged ragged edge
hit and miss and shatter
and splatter into night
they twist the soul in
angry knots
and heave and hurl
with thrust
spreading fractured moments
uneven
with no plan.....
Joy Weare.
18th May, 2006.
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