Sunday, September 21, 2014

Equinoctial Valentine

I hide things from myself
that’s not hiding that’s forgetting
that’s obsessing with oblivion
tampering with nothingness
to which one must be called
the way time accelerates you
once it enters your system
speeding toward blast-off
gathering thrust to lift
you into the afterlife or else
you die a child at eighty
a genius of compromise
living a forgettable life
in unforgettable times

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