Wednesday, April 24, 2013

One Century

who is this going through the motions of being
me a whirl of energy around a void where is my
center did I forget it somewhere can I be just
projects otherwise empty day of almost nothing

old men walk up and down our street no traffic
makes it pleasant no threat of being knocked
down broken a reality treadmill one century of
completed lives unrolling slowly past then back

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