Monday, July 08, 2013

2.796 : 7/8/07 : Distance

2,988 : 9 ?



Surely I have sung of distance
many times and many
times before what with
Descartes and all
extension
what with every
well-remembered door
that shut behind
a universe abandoned
Rocky said it was
the tragedy of life
I’m not so sure
but it’s a key too
slippery to get
my hand on
At the bottom of the cup
half empty and half full’s a
rich man’s game
That I can’t believe I’ll ever play
when I spoke of where
all distance loses meaning
was I gleaning just
how still and silent
I would see it this
day


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