Tuesday, 25 October 2011


In the darkness I am the black wind,
In the silence I am the white noise;
I move as the insect, on the forest floor:
Don't stop, just keep moving.
Just keep going;
Before you become stale,
Before you blend into the cacophony,
Before you are swallowed up
By everything around you,
Before you become, before its time.

The pictures within pictures,
In backgrounds on the wall,
Will never be, will never see,
The big picture of it all.

You look at the flowers too long,
You will see them mulch and wilt away;
You hold on to the dog too long,
It is never going to stay,
Understand it is just a stray,
It will come around some other day.

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