:: A Vagrant's Story ::

"Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn."
~Matthew Arnold, Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (85-88)

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:: Friday, October 08, 2004 ::

With every cry out,
with every lament--unintelligible.
With every breathe taken;
my throat turns raw; red.

Today I screamed for--
we screamed for,
something other than the usual.
Nothing but the same was returned.

It seems that
Today, too, the world just spins along...

...But we won the football game.

:: Kevin 11:20 PM [+] ::
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