Wednesday, November 14, 2012

...tick tock...tick tock...tick



Timeless Misfortune

They say:

Sweet dreams
are made of these…

The accumulation
of human tapestries
we collect in one singular lifetime.
Like tarnished steel, we hold
true to our rigidity towards change and those
trying to etch remembrance into our hearts.
But once guards lower, just keep in mind
that dogshit hides well, among
the vibrant array of
fallen and unwanted leaves;
and this you've seen first-hand.

…so who am I to disagree?


-Jason
Nov 14, 2012



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