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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Insulae

Insulae

She pulls the extra laminae of flesh
As if a shawl around her shoulders,
A thick baffle against the harsh elements
Of emotional storms.

He wraps his tender soul in music
And electronic banter, chattering
Constant through eyes and ears,
A quilt, child’s comfort blanket
Against the night.

With distilled liquids and
Spoon-cooked powders,
We may put off until tomorrow
The reckoning of the
Heart’s equations.

Is it insulation
Or isolation?
June 3, 2008

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