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[maquina-semiotica]

“ 100 Bux Amp”, Scatterbrainiac

[hampdiv2]

P-Throwback Poem P-Thursday

Here’s one I wrote in high school.

"Chimney, Books, Scraps, Unexpected"

Came into the world,

These words that I found scribbled in a note and long forgotten,

With such purpose and intention...

Or so I assume.

Four nouns;

A fragment of a thing.

A note to myself from some altered state of mind.

So vigorously my ink must have sprung from some long since misplaced pen;

Ready to fulfill its singular purpose.

This ink born in a factory and jerked into my tender thoughtful hand;

Burning with desire to become a thing:

A thought screaming with meaning purged from black nothingness.

So sad, then, that I've forgotten what I'd been meaning to convey.

Lost in translation.