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?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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