November 30, 2010

re: txt poem

Until duress it was a fellow feeling
of eggs egging on egg Then the gentle turn
goes gracelessly sliding down
unforgiving ravine Faced

Being too impatient to wait
for the uncertain outcomes of process
why subscribe to anything but
the most self-fulfilling of prophecies

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