Monday, November 28, 2005

Poem: AT 5:16 AM

Nothing makes any difference.
You can rub your eyes,
or get up and walk around,
or splash ice water on your face.
It’s still the same.
Nothing has changed.
The planet is still spinning
as though it loves
what it’s doing,
your heart is still rising
and falling with unhampered freedom,
and the clock is still telling
its story
that never started
and will never end,
no matter what tricks you try.

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