I don’t want to be these selves around me
I don’t want to annoy the quiet with words
With talk of economics and gas prices
Bad weather and my things, your things
And inaudible pleas for sanity
I’d rather take the quantum credibility
Of a few anonymous, rejected souls
Rejected, but not by God
Perhaps by time
But time dies too
Monday, July 21, 2008
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