Monday, October 3, 2011

26 words

Memento mori

After birth comes death.
Everything’s finite:
gravity, hope,
ill-considered jokes
kill
like malaria, napalm or polonium.
Quick-silver, relentless,
some terror,
undoing vigilance,
will
x-out your zen….
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