day three: a sense of equilibrium, in which one outweights another
Sunday, April 3, 2011
10 days is only a third of a month
9 times we try to sway past each other but
8 to 5 is not large enough a time frame. So we go about again
7 and 11, they gleam at night and follow the glare. I brush past
6 different people in varying shades of gray. I wonder if they're
5 times over their head, as I. If they reach a certain golden ration like
4 to a number that I cannot find. If
3 is a crowd then why is my mind so fixated upon much less. If I cannot handle
2, if I upset a tender balance that these people also feel. If I cannot reach that
1:1 ratio.
0 then and nothing more.
Labels: Inspiration makes me happy, Napowrimo 2011, Poetry, Type: Free Verse
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