From endless midnight meanders
To staid, social, prim handshake
Is the distance of a month.
Thereabouts anyway.
From the edges, corners
Of concernless presumption,
To thingsIshouldhavedone-damn-it-damndamnwhenIhadthechance thoughts
Is the river between us.
It's been a while.
Standardized days,
Rank. And some file.
posted by cue. @ 1:19 AM
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In Imitatio Poetae
I remember sometimes
The ticking of the clock
As you held me just so and then it was time;
But it is too far now
The river that we left behind.
The midnight minute we learnt to lose
And its already day. Now
You go your way; I mine.
--Shyam.
i like the way the head over ur shoulder thinks!!! :)
Nice da Total! :)
@Shyam - awesome da! (except for the Latin title :) )
@Pareau - I think it's time Caveat Lector made his entrance on the WWW da!
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