Saturday, August 10, 2013

Other Thing That Is Neggh Forlorn Also

Maybe, if I could just sum up,
I could just move on. Here is no now.
There was no then. In the dullest,
Stillest moment, the only constancy
Is the change, the ever-going
Change. Nothing exists and abides.
I don't understand it. I don't, I can't,
And I never will. I'm a dog
Contemplating the moon. It's not
Romance. It's not romantic, when
All I can offer are long forlorn howls.

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