Thursday, April 13, 2006

A Lifetime Unread

Vowels lie decaying upon the ground
consonants half erect like the walls
of ruins, whole paragraphs in shards,
sit in disrepair, unread. The universe
winding down is a library
of yet-to-be written books.
Life flitters by like a fly
leaving a rotted apple.


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