2020-11-24 08:43

Even though it would loose
the moon’s grip on the tides: events:
leaving series. A coin spun and set.
You, eventually. Begun,
had never understood,
had numbed: ever
shifting books and ledgers.
Open all books, everyone
knows perfectly: everything.

(2004-08-08)


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