Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Abstract

As such things happen more often than one would surmise, you may find yourself in an existential quandary one winter's eve, lost in transcendental ballet
You will ask yourself, How did I get here? Does it matter?
Decidedly not, you will conclude, though this truth changes very little, certainly not more than any meaning you attach to it. Somewhere however in the course of your persistent musing you may chance to discover a flaw, as many others have before you.
a flaw in motion, flitting past your consciousness
like so many Snowflakes
Delicate in singularity

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