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Dogs 2017

SUBJECTIVE SINKHOLES
(4/16/17)

we wander
purposefully

or aimlessly
about

sucking in
all that we
sense

our metaphysical
bowels
putting their own
particular twists
upon the facts

excreting
the information
from our
mouths

from
our fingers

colored

scented

with individual
shades

aromas

not always
recognizable
by experiential
peers

each existing
within our own
universe

no one
else
can share our
vistas

touch
our worlds

we are
isolated

but still
bound
to each other
with the most
tenuous threads
of objective
plausibility

believing little
that we hear
of others'
supposed
realities

sure
that we
are the only
knowing ones
in our sunken
footprints



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