Monday, November 24, 2008

Time-less

this drop-makes-ripple intangible,
i'm fresh out.
i haven't any to spare.
could i borrow some of yours?
when will i have more?
more to keep? or more to give away?
there aren't enough hours in a day.
hours and ours.
ours indeed. but all of ours we've wasted.
on your disease.

what you don't claim will be taken from you,
because you are too much timid.
and brave at all the wrong times.

E pluribus unum, but the cheese still stands alone.

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