Friday, February 10, 2012

3448. INERTIA?

INERTIA?
It was never this humbling before,
all the matter I have to endure.
The illogic-logic of life leads me
on, to an unwilling adventure
and a tired old song  -  as if a
mutilated body, thrown back
in the sea, still floating inert,
thinks it yet has to be.

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