Tuesday, March 29, 2011


My eyes have been too careless there
To seek the undefined
I'll see and feel the fleeting stare
Of life's nonrhythmic rhyme

Quick, too quick is one single blink
A second is a pause
- And then too quick my feet do sink
Into those hollow jaws

Then yet I'm found on carpet ground
My toes touch friendly firm
Surprise is when I have not drowned
Regret - if I've not learned.

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