Monday, January 18, 2010

I have just one life
I cannot share
Nor can I spare?
I have to spare
the running minutes
to my death journey

I have one life
that, that heavy is,
full of scars
I cannot spare
mess within starts

I am adrift to death
bashful and sad,
disarmed and blessed,
armless and full of rest,
ready to sleep on
what I' ve made bed

I rise low
lower that usual
like a man
left to his own devices
I crawl
amongst the mice

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