Sunday, July 26, 2009

Aging...

With the passage of the liquid clock,
Pouring forth all the time,
Age spreads like the wasteland-
vast and infectious...

Age spreads remorseless
-everywhere,
Like the green shrubs and bushes on unkempt
Lawns and parks and multiplexes,
On the young bodies and old minds,

Everywhere...
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