By Sebastiaan
Another poem:
The Question Why
Linear time passes equally dull
as all other times -
straight forward,
immer gerade aus.
What's new becomes old
over time and
in symphonic obedience
of listening, telling, and
knowing what to do,
I startle, and question
why?
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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