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Saturday, May 1, 2010

1,000 Miles

I’m staring…
For a thousand miles
At ceiling fans,
Shingled roof tops,
At blades of grass.
At the peek of light
Easing through closed blinds.
I’m staring…
For rest?
For thought?
For no thought.
For what it’s worth.


I’m staring…
While seconds, minutes,
Hours and days pass.
Equal in duration these
Patches of time.

I’m staring…
At uselessness,
Disasters big and small,
At meaninglessness and
Vacancy.

I’m staring…
I don’t know why.
But more and more
I find myself here.
Captured by nothing.




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