4.01.2009
abstracts and randoms @ 2:58 PM
even the clock forgets
the minutes he has killed,
going in circles to erase tracks
of the murder.
The only indication of time
ever stopping
is the absence
of seconds.
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Why do you keep glancing-
my direction
your eyes have
so much to say-
bitter like a longing
sweet like a song
that casts an other worldly
gray
from eyes dilated,
clear,
solid,
gold.
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CONTEMPLATION
content-------contemplation
not-----------contemplation
in-------------contemplation
tempo,--------contemplation
plot-----------contemplation
a--------------contemplation
point----------contemplation
once-----------contemplation
met-----------contemplation
in------------- contemplation
time.----------contemplation
Labels: contemplation, Poems, Random
