Monday, March 30, 2015

Keeping Stillness

I feel the current of life
Fingering my naked skin
With a rhythmic and tireless tongue
And I see
The unstuck
Glistening in rows of nods that delight
A relentless stream of progression
An unstoppable procession
Of marching ambition
I envy them only
For the sights they do not pause to see
And that, alas, the error that fated me

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