Friday, June 15, 2007
Sitting amidst a sea of boxes,
Sinking quietly, losing air, losing ground.
Adventures soon to be memories
Will not fade but vanish abruptly
With sudden muted sound.
Life is composed of episodes.
Episodic friends, episodic familiarity
Are making history.
The anti-climax of yet another episode -
Open ending requested not only for sweet sanity.
History is necessary, for perhaps finally, finally
I know what I need, and I need what I know.
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