Friday, July 30, 2010

It's so bizarre how life's "things" can be simplified to the base
The "things" are often a great deal more complicated when carried out
Each sentence calls for a certain word
Just as each string of memories calls for a certain image
Sea-blue eyes, but blue, not blue-green

The discovery of my constant motion has always been there
Though it has just been unveiled to me recently

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