::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, January 8, 2011

From the Past

Dusty broken eye piece
forgotten on my desk
I see the world through broken eyes
which tear in loud protest
Dusty broken eye piece
waiting for repair
when eyes determined not to see
will see again quite clear


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