#16 of Unimportant Verse About Important People
I live my life in eternal terror
of the completeness of your own.
I take up so little space
and impinge upon it so gently,
I only hope that there is space enough
for a 'dear' here and a 'lovely' there.
If beauty is at the edge of the terrifying,
I live my life in eternal terror.
Cover me, crush me, compress me. Squeeze me down until I fit in your pocket. Let me jangle among your keys, or slip between bills in your wallet. Forget me, let me fray, let me fall apart. And, some day, pull me free, dust me off, flatten...
Mi glutos mian amon por vi. Mi glutos mian amon. Mi glutos mian amon por vi Kaj frandos la ekflamadon de magnezio, Gxuos la oferbucxadon, Gxojos la auxtolizadon De sekretaj cxeloj. Mi glutos mian amon por vi. Mi glutos mian amon. * *...
A year starts not on January first. The days may hunder but the seasons speak of time's long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst for "start" and "end" neglects the limen sleek. So, why do some unsubtle sciences forget...