Remembering so much, we are forgotten--
Let the eye and the I disappear;
Address your, short
Lived.
Love the turning into as much as the turn--
Arrive nowhere;
Spin.
Moving on form this and from that--
Insignificant;
Demonstrate:
Nothing.
Let us hum for awhile--
Not in leisure but to be
Clean of this this.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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