and in that one moment --
in that smallest fraction
of time,
all that is permanent,
all that is true
and that i hold dear,
become ambiguous
and ephemeral
and insubstantial.
it is, then,
in those fleeting seconds,
i
celebrate.
Monday, March 30, 2009
the dissection
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