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May 16, 2005
sinking clocks (12/2003)
the writing is on the wall
over the fresh paint
I'm diggin in deep
for the long haul
down
the old man cautioned me to the wind
about the inevitable decay
how was I
to circumvent
the phantom of decline
how was I
to navigate the stitches
in the backseat of my mind
Ive barely had the time
for dust to collect upon my bags
and already
I find myself eyeing them
so eager to make the leap
into the new;
just a shadow of the cliff
on the other side of the old
some come to this town
to die
that was not my intention
nor was it
a reservation
but I imagine that's the reason why
some of us
end up sticking around
we suffer from an idiom
called hope
it suffers
no one
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 01:51 PM