Monday, June 18, 2012

Drawing a day - 200

I rest but can't 
stop moving,
I forget but can't 
stop thinking. 

Not a sound, not a word, 
not an end, not a lord. 

At this side 
time won't stop, 
yet expanding
with the moon, 

Surely ceasing,
in a nursery of particles, 
components, days and classics,
Put on a show, 
what was hair and skin,
in a row.

Summoned on paper,
stroked by constancy.

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