Stand back, doors are closing
Linked metal carts gain momentum
Soon, the world is whirling past
Brick houses become maroon blurs
Pink sunset on the horizon
Held steady by the distance
Hold thy breath
The moment is over
Before it's over
Forever chasing the past
Always too late for the future
Never present
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Hold Thy Breath
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