The Hyper Karma
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Fast
Things go fast:
Not eating.
Starving shrivelled stars;
Skinny sky in stars,
Moon the world the verse
The song the worst the best.
Quick.
Like swallow a clump of food.
Or like
Nothing but air
Like who’s got nothing but air.
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