Silent
I lunge toward
you in a stationary
move to be all
I can be.  We
are lost when
our fate forgets
to happen at
the prescribed
 moment.  We
tire of trying
again and settle
for a peaceful sleep
in which we die
without making a sound.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
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