Thursday, August 11, 2011

Are there ways of being human
That don't get lost in the fog
Of time's sticky fingers?

Are there questions
Whose answers are so large
They'd squash me into a new shape?

Will I move fast enough
Next time I open my mouth
To catch my foot before it gets there?

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