June 10, 2003

  • Somewhere between the stroke of now
    and the toll of when.
    Dangling from a silken thread
    Trapped in dewy spiderwebs
    No Pain for the gain
    More guts for the soul.
    Challenge the storm,
    and walk a rainbow.


    Tree of tower
    Strong with bend.
    Spring, that's green
    Now Summer Tan.
    Flower buds, wilted
    Blossom in hand.
    Leaves crunch brown
    now white with snow.
    Up again,
    to watch it go.


    A long time ago
    frozen moment of day
    flashback in a remote control.
    Pause, now Play.
    Tomorrow left yesterday,
    Today but a dream.
    Forever, is lingering
    in bursts of time.
    Now tick.  Then tock.
    Silly nursery rhyme.

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What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.