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Sunday, June 17, 2012

surcingle

inevitability
is a shallow pool
masking a perfect reflection
at the bottom of a deep well,
where the replacement
of head and hands
become the catalyst
(tired and fluorescent),
that is a single stone
falling...
trailed by the long exhale
of a ghost.

peach pits contain cyanide

killing time
  is bit,
      by bit,

the narrowing of space
between the present
      becoming the past,
and the future
      patiently waiting
in every graceful arc

that is the punctuation
      of a pendulum.