duminică, 26 iunie 2011

Against the notion of time


Time is a line,
It goes round in circles.
A heart is a heart
And then so much more.

Spaces between us,
Made up of thin air
Cause nothing is more
A body is not.

Creeps in the light
And there will be shadow.
Moves there a body,
Shadows come more.

Reality river down flows
And yet sometimes it holds.
My soul is against
The notion of time.
 

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