Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Ticking Clocks

All the lights,
are turned off and on.

All the streets, driven and then empty.

All the stores, open and close.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Live, die.

Day, night.

Could there be anything that does not follow cycle?

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...