it is too late
to be too late;
all the guards are sleeping,
it is only you and i awake at this
untimely hour, and if we desired
we could

slip in our words and
insert our ideas before this
envelope is really sealed for good

we will tiptoe quietly around
a deadline tripmine and
secretly say for all to hear
these quiet contradictions
slipping off our breaths

and when the morning breaks,
the whole world will know,

and the guards will be clueless
until it's too late.

04/25/2005

Posted on 04/26/2005
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