Thursday, October 07, 2004

At an Indecision

At an Indecision

Nothing happens — quickly.
I look, and a moment goes.
’Tis just as quickly past:
how soon Nothing disappears!

I let go a thread
of false probability
screaming into stars.
Moonlight wavers on the puddle’s surface.

So soon a depth is plumbed at night
with honest moon and stars to right
what’s wrongly seen by sunlight.

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