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I am a tourist
in a crowd of pilgrims
picking up pebbles and broken glass
from the winding trodden road.
Fallacy and emptiness
are heavy in my pockets
hinting that i face
the center of gravity,
a prolonged paralysis,
and that the bounties of the journey
are beyond the reach
of those who climb.
Perhaps,
I just lay down for a moment
spread my hands across the ground,
and latch onto the shadows of the passersby.
I wonder
if I hold on strong enough
I just might
fall into the sky
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Deus ex strepitus
deflecting with its finger
deviations that transform
whole lives
from mundane into tragic
no wonder that
some thing are just not right
poverty
a three legged dog
a drifter under a bridge
you and I

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I often mistook
the gap between
the light beams of my car
and the shadows splashed
onto a bus stop
for a man who wasn't there.
Where is he now?
At a wedding,
walking the dog,
in front of the T.V.,
sitting there
feeling just like me
removed

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in another place
at another time
I wrap
my index and my thumb
around your wrist
pondering
what would have happened
if we met by chance

On my way to work
I suddenly fell in love
but I did not know
with whom, or why
And I must admit
it is much less stressful
to fall in love with
a non existing void
After all, for once
I know for certain
that they can never
love me back

tick tock tick tock                                 second hand
just another                                       grain of sand
tick tock tick tock                       seconds pass
which grain                                   of sand
will be                                   the last?
spilling                    falling
like a fountain
sand
turns
    back    
   into a mountain
  all until  the glass is filled
and there is     nothing left to spill
tick tock tick tock                 seconds pass
like a river                               smooth as glass
tick tock tick tock                             second hand
where the water                                meets the sand