Sunday, December 7, 2008
Beginnings following ends in the wink of an eye.
Like a cycle of orgasms devoid of ecstasy.
Like the shifting grains in a sand clock
Never leaving a speck behind.
Searching for new beginnings again,
Nothing whole remains in the ruins of an end,
All beginnings seeming to abandon life's essence,
Taking doses of oblivion...
vanishing unknown into the skies.
- 1/ 12 / 2008