i flick my thumbs and a million die
as fast as the pixels fly by my window
more fleeting than the frozen pictures of you
that sleep now in the cold light of the past
i aimed, i paused, i caught you as you smiled
was it yesterday or
a hundred years ago?
posted by picrochole @ 1:30 AM
3 Comments:
i'm humoured by the abstruse and fragmented manner in which we all seem to write...beginnings of an intellectual movement?...maybe...maybe not
hmm, sussedout sussedout. *wonders*
That's a beautiful piece of poetry
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