Tuesday, March 22, 2011


A breakneck pace

of a hungry dog feeding on limited marrow

savoring the small bone

A fortune of effortless breathing

but a numbered heartbeat

A thrum of pulse igniting the sequence

miles of hills and valleys, the careening stream


An epoch, faint gentle hands pushing through the gate

gate after gate after gate

Opening to the next meandering expedition

toward an inevitable grief

A brain synapse reminds of the impermanence

each moment a variation of the last

Tick..tick.. tick...

A going, a return

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