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Dogs 2017

I HAVE NOTHING
(8/8/17)

there's nothing
to write

still
I force it
anyway

I never
know
what my fingers
might do

strange things
pop up
from time
to time

seemingly
not
of my own
volition

when I see
such combinations
appear
on the screen

I give
more credence
to otherworldly
occurrences

I don't know
from where
the words
originate

but I
had no idea
that I would
type them

so far
I have put
everything here
deliberately
down

perhaps
the spirits
have the day
off

maybe
I should delete

try again
later

although
it seems a shame
to waste
this minimal
effort

we never
know
when what
we are doing
becomes
the last thing
that we do

that these
may be
my concluding thoughts
captured
in print

like
the final wisps
of smoke
from a dying
fire

dissipated
by a dispassionate
wind

until only
a slight
smell
remains

there

surprised
once again

I am
done