Thursday, June 28, 2012

Portents

These days
I cling to my memory of today

and to the sights in front of my eyes.
I hold the cause and effect together

with a tight grip, frightened that
they may separate.

I know the feeling of
drop-outs in the things of every day,

gaps it takes me
too long to fill.

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