Saturday, January 31, 2009

Everyday the End of the World

Outside the children play a game.

She whispers -
Rightthere
Butonlyoucanseeit
He will not come back.
Hold for a moment.
  cherish what is fleeting
Pray for a Forever.  Where this can last.

Outside the children stare into the Sun,
To see who will go blind first.

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