Reality as The Ticking of Universe
where are you running with sagging luggage and eyes to match? each door approached is one you’ve found locked with chain and latch and where is your place in this genocide called “modern art” do you belong here in this traffic jam of black and white? every handshake every goodbye every kiss goodnight there is no answer- just yesterday and tomorrow alone GBE Written March 12th, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 07:35 AM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"where are you running..."