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I don't wear a watch
but I can feel time
frowning at my wrist

Does it count as living
if I've resumed a facial expression
of day to day routine

I want to laugh and shout
and jump carelessly
through careless rain
to watch my breath disappear
to wherever it goes

But I don't live in my heart anymore

San Francisco, May 16, 2001