Sunday, February 8, 2009


Does narrating death take it
out of our minds? or
Is it just reminding ourselves
that we are together in it?

A throbbing life or death
There is gasping for breath
An excitement of each kind
When they take over in full.

Life meets death like a child
touching the image in a pond.
There are ripples that take
time to settle down.

When we look into each others eyes
are there infinite images of life and death?
Informing us about the helplessness
and blurring us into relationships?

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