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The shattered cube

Pieces of the shattered cube
Danced
Like so many dry rice grains
Scattered on a vibrating electric football field.

And as I reassemble it,
I miss that purposeful randomness
Which visited my childhood.

Thursday, February 17th, 2005 at 12:35 pm and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

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