{ 2005 04 03 }

Punctuation

Out there relentless
Time drives all becoming,
Hastening.

Meanwhile we here
And now hold our selves to be,
Still.

Posted by richard on Sunday, April 3rd, 2005, at 10:19 am, and filed under write poems.

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