When the Ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus said that no man walks through the same river twice I imagine that he meant that every minute that goes by the level of discrete molecules of this thing that we refer to as the conduit, or waterway, of a river, despite whatever arbitrary name we give to it, is different; and as his cynosure was exclusively that of the terrain of watery carbon mound, man, his real meaning was that no one is the same from one moment to the next.
Read MoreThe rain had stopped by the time you kissed me
Read Morethere was so much I wanted to say at one time, but now everything has died
Read MoreAwakened you wait.
Read Moregather everything sharp-edged & stuff it in a box
Read MoreI cannot live that life.
Read MoreThat for one short moment, we’re all happy that we happened. And then there is nothing at all.
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