Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Time Unreeling

It's on a spool, and it unwinds. It unreels itself, like an undance, or something fishy.

I am running out of it; it is running out on me. All my yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. That is life, reel life.

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