2/04/2024

Diamond Underwear

Resolution is no resolution. 

There are no days.

There is no waiting, no patience, 

no revelation minor or major.


There is no day to begin counting.

There is nothing to count.

There are no words and no such 

thing as a poem.


[LSS, 2/4/24]





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