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untitled [buffalo]
inside, a herd of tiny buffalo stampede me towards my next moments
occasionally, they pause to graze on memories I’m done with and information I just never used
and then they grow restless again
snorting and butting heads, kicking the ground and grunting
and in tandem they all start off again
some days I wish I could tame them, corral them into a fence and brand them
but in doing so, I might stop being me
3.15.2008
As a point of reference, I wrote this about ADD. It could certainly be applicable to many other situations as well though. I went ahead and capitalized the "I's" for those who would prefer it, but originally, they were not.
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