what is and what is not

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 21 December 2007 at 8:07 am

Lost and out of time
not even sure what
words mean any longer

People speak at me
in languages I don’t
comprehend

With gestures and
too much emotion

Yet none of it
feels real

(D. James)

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