...the one i wait for is coming
and
like Godot,
he'll be here.
i just have to wait,

until all my cells die,
and replication
is not an option.

Time-the-Teller
beacons me home
as the years
stack-up
around my
wrinkled ankles
because
gravity weighs more.

02/28/2005

Posted on 02/28/2005
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