The unexamined life is not worth the living.
I wrote that once, once while in hiding.
Thinking of what was, and what was to be,
While looking for meaning, for substance.

To squeeze this fruit of life in your palm
And milk it dry while examining it.
Through these arcane words, thoughts, ideas
That remain unread, or at least unheard.

08/10/2004

Posted on 03/16/2006
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