Thursday, December 06, 2007

Okay

Things click
Like cogs in a clock
This square fits this notch
Like pieces of gene
Only frayed by being burnt by the sun
But refusing to be a great disintegration
It creates
A new characteristic, sometimes devastating or perpetuating
But never null

In space, but okay
I know nothing
But okay.

posted by Unknown @ 6:47 PM

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