Wednesday, May 28, 2003

nothing at last is sacred
the brain thinks,
while the heart weeps.
finite.
finite.
everything is finite.
looking ahead, the end is told.
finite.
what about now?
what about now?
chapters are written with different pens.
choosing my own adventure, while she does the same.
only the endings are not the same.
pain.
finite.
everything is finite.
including me.

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