I found you
In swarms of wasps-nests
I found you
At the bottom of this bottle
Under oath
I lied
In Gods’ name
I cursed
Where were you
when I entered this earth?
In the sea-frets of time?
In the ballast of current?
No...
You were no-where
no-where to be found
Fiction Collection
©Bobby Ruelas 2009
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Thinking inside the box, because it's never really outside until it is manifested.
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