A blurred number down, only two to go.
We forget these endless days floating by,
nothing if not creatures of habit.
Time carries us forward, lullabied on its gentle waves,
placid on calm waters until
faced with change the sea breaks.
Picking up the past to ruminate
like smooth stones rolled in the palm,
we discover them innumerable and
smaller than life.
Faced with the options,
we find the only thing for it
is forward motion,
full steam ahead carried by momentum
pushing towards the infinitely finite.
21 Monday 2012
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