Sunday, January 13, 2002

nothing concluded 109

the ink runs down
quick as if it's a constant flow
even when he's not moving the pen
the pen somehow gets empty
sometimes he wonders

if he writes in his sleep
unknowing not even knowing
in which book he maybe
doing this unconscious
writing for a mile

stepping back
connecting the end
full circle
beginning from the end
and still nothing concluded...

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