smothering impulses
covering the beginnings
of what could
be.
you cannot peel off
the past
like dried glue from a
kid’s arm.
the ever oncoming
moment
absorbs your
resistence
like sidewalk taking in summer
heat.
all that is,
is now
and your
persistent mediocrity
will take you no further
than your white tunnel
sight can see.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
smothering impulses
covering the beginnings
of what could
be.
you cannot peel off
the past
like dried glue from a
kid’s arm.
the ever oncoming
moment
absorbs your
resistence
like sidewalk taking in summer
heat.
all that is,
is now
and your
persistent mediocrity
will take you no further
than your white tunnel
sight can see.
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