Saturday, September 14, 2013

4620. A PRECIPICE FROM SPACE

A PRECIPICE FROM SPACE
Deep are the ways of these wastrel days :
I am in a place I never wished to be, and
these bars are looking out at me. In ways 
I never reasoned I am seeing behind things.
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Deep space and all its curvature makes a lie
of this entire planarity. Leave nothing to chance
and then see how nothing happens; for chance
is all there is. Yes, chance is all there is.

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