Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Measurable Differences

Measurable Differences

This is what it feels like
to know that I might not live forever:
honey & salt,                        
the sound of my own name
smells wrong–
Am I creature enough?
The year tasted
of melt in your mouth

Yes, come,
let me tell you my secrets
my handwriting
the way I hold a pen
the paper cuts of my fingerprint.
Until the sun rises,
let me show you eternity
with a measure of wisdom
before tomorrow
           then today
           then yesterday.

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