Wednesday, August 23, 2006

the clock on his heart, not on his wall


find for me one good reason to allow this passage.
find for me one scrap, one shred of worth.
i find none. we know me, and there is none.

i'm winding down. i know you, i am.
i'm winding down, and without any scraps to show.
like a grandfather clock or a top -
i'm winding down, but with much less fanfare.

i should burn brightly, so brightly!
but i couldn't stand still for the lighter...
so what is there for me?
i'm not fit for living, and less fit for burning.
why fit for keeping?
find for me one scrap, one shred of worth.
i find none. we know me, and there is none.

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