the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


I maximize neatness
In this incompleteness
That's gone completely out of hand,
Like the pin that falls
With every grain of sand,
Demanding a moment taken.
Input without a turnaround.
The hourglass will keep its ground.
Every second has its sound.
And every minute,
I am in it.

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