Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Twilight

Being older, I lose consciousness halfway.
It's like going to the carnival in a bag.
Tonight, I saw that we are stickers,
peeled off a roll and stuck here and there by fate.
The freaky thing was the paper,
just sitting there with zero divinity.

I think the whole process avoids discovery,
which is probably necessary,
to prevent, at least most of the time, 
the profound flattening of apathy.

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