In the precipitate rush of the Everyday
We converge
Incessantly.
At traffic lights,
At the gym,
At the food,
At our collective computers and coffees to
Reassure ourselves that we are indeed
Bound for a place
And a time
And a life
That is worth the constant smell and sight and sound
Of the Other.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
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