Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Missed opportunity

There not there
All moments are equal
All places all people
Then (now)
Therefore, stay.
breath and be and be passed over.
Let rich make riches in the streets
Let dancers dance
Wish not the kiss of sweet lips lost
Or foreign sands
Each is like the other
Starving and singing pass the same time.
in death all things are missed
in life the unattended is

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