LOOKING OUT
THROUGH BROKEN EYES
I SEE THE BIRDS
IN BROKEN SKIES
THE YEARS HAVE PASSED
ON BROKEN CLOCKS
MY THINKING FROM
THIS BROKEN BOX
LEFT ALONE
ALONG THE SHORE
MY BROKEN SHIP
THE WINDS IGNORE
I WANDER NOW
ALONG THE ROCKS
MY THOUGHTS ARE BROKEN
LIKE THE BOX
BOTTLES DRIFT IN
ON THE TIDE
WITH BROKEN MESSAGES
INSIDE
AND I ALONE
THE WORLD STILL MOCKS
THE THINKER IN
THE BROKEN BOX
Robert Parker Jameson Jan 2009
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