Thursday, June 7, 2012

Unending, incessantly being eaten alive
as if inside the thousand-bee hive.
Unnecessary commotion, no purpose or direction,
a constantly changing, morphing reflection.

To busy, most times, to see it exists..
However, now gently, I'm tugged at the wrist...
Once again, politely obliged, I just can't resist....!

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