Saturday, February 6, 2010

Sheets of rain and a freshening wind
The rumble of distant thunder
The thwack of your finger
As you send a fly into oblivion
You are not who you are no
Not even a little.
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  1. Andy SewinaFebruary 7, 2010 at 6:05 PM

    Deep and philosophical, and I love that word 'thwack' it resonates...

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