Thursday, November 13, 2008

going going going

no reason to stop.
my feelings from the
plate which I was served.
no leftovers, time to
clear the table.
nothing left but the body
which I was born in.
all on the table for one to see.
invisible as I may be I
wave to be taken.
here, me, I'm the one.
dinner is served, eat!

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