A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Back to Who I Am.
It's easier to go on unchanged
Than to face the uncertainty of pupation
Or the agony of the chrysalis
Or the entropy of forward motion
It's easier to ossify
To live life in shoes
That never bid the earth good bye
I think that's why.
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