Monday, March 06, 2006
Nothingness
Nothingness
Back and forth and back
The brass pendulum slices
Through still, tired air
White sand becomes white dust
In the hour glass while
Another song begins on the radio
And new green grass turns brown
A mosquito bites me on the arm
As I drink my noon hour beer
I have a secret fear
I fear that I can
Live forever and still
Experience nothing
Nothing, nothingness
Forever
# posted by anarchistbanjo @ 3:45 AM 
