Love

daniel on Jul 5th 2009

I’m no longer hungry, or thirsty,
or pleased with the geometry of summer.
I’m alone with my litany of wrongs,
fingering the beads and praying
the wrong prayers.

I’m no longer moving, or breathing:
the world is threatening to move.
Is it better or worse to do nothing
or to do something?

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