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The pavement always shines
Walking home after a rainstorm
Shards of broken glass glittering
In the glow of the newly risen sun.
From the shore you can see
the waves are slow rolling on the ocean top again
As if time itself has been sedated.
The slow, frantic pace of living
the endless cycle of
Birth and death and rebirth.
Each second so long that
whole histories live and die within it:
You live to watch the world unravel
You dream to stitch it whole again.
Walking home after a rainstorm
Shards of broken glass glittering
In the glow of the newly risen sun.
From the shore you can see
the waves are slow rolling on the ocean top again
As if time itself has been sedated.
The slow, frantic pace of living
the endless cycle of
Birth and death and rebirth.
Each second so long that
whole histories live and die within it:
You live to watch the world unravel
You dream to stitch it whole again.
1 comments:
blah, this needs something. Suggestions?
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