Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Upheld by the fiber of what is past we assume that

 structured breadth of weight we have not hefted. With 

both blithe and folly we watch the violent dance of future 

unrealized. And struck heavily by the untoward hand of 

present circumstance we are clenched in shaking stillness 

as walking we descend  into great silence.

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