the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, June 10, 2011

That Lump In Your Throat

An old car stops at the end of the line,
Blindsided by the force of inescapable time: Chance,
The difference between a glance and a blow.
The difference between what I think and what I know is now time.
I'll have the time of my life, if I can only keep mine.

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