Until
Something I once
did because it was
there had to be
done again because
it was still there. The
pleasure and pain
occasioned by repetition
are still there
long after the train
has pulled out,
leaving us no choice
but to prove that
life goes on until
it dissolves in death.
Monday, March 18, 2013
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