in a staggering pause
under dull gray skies
I'm the center of some hourglass
feeling sands of the future
come endlessly flowing in
while the sands of the past
flow endlessly out and away
with all I was hollowing out this instant
I contain...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Friday, November 30, 2012
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