Thank god I'm free.
It wasn't really one final failure,
so much as a series of trip-ups
of pigeon steps,
a stack of traceable
sequentially numbered moments.
Thank god it's over.
A few qwerty keystrokes
and history is rewritten:
it never happened;
'these aren't the Droids you're after'.
Thank god for pills and Paint.
We said let's not but
shhh
we really did.
10 July 2012
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