| | END POINT I can be sure today will occur upon my waking but will the sun make its happening the way I want it to? TIME STOP A music of firs enters from the north, just past the pines where muskrats & mice chase hidden things in dark grasses ILL LOGIC The mind’s gradient’s something I confuse with time’s meaning, one meaning I define as the mean between meanness & meaninglessness Copyright © 2007 wiredwriter |
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