Wednesday, February 6, 2002

nothing concluded 112


how many times starting
with same words
springing forth with no real aim
hoping to hit something
will make itself apparent

over looked when last
grazed greener pastures
always seems to be
so far away how far will he move
for a piece of what

he knows to be deserving
credit for arriving with something
to say even if it is more
of the same random thought
running on and on

another day it might actually
make sense how long will
it rain before the sun breaks the clouds
into pieces again turning over
into walls can't move from the spot...

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