26 January 2010, 9:00 am
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Little Black Book: Linear Relationships
Tags: Poetry
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Are two separate lives crossing
Like narrow lines across a page
Like straight lines with but one direction
Regardless of the pass of age
Touching together for a moment
As small and sharp as shards of sand
Passing once on gridded planes
And never connecting again
Or do instead we twist and turn
Like a tempest on the sea
Passing, wearing, pulling, tearing,
Until I’ve nothing left to be
and in my waking moments of deepest forlorn,
I realize those asking these questions are lost already to the storm.
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