Jul 11, 2007 15:50
Or: mark makes another feeble attempt at poetry
My body moves through arcs of fear
That describe my limitations.
Thus paralyzed, my limbs are held
And bound to move only within
These hated circles I have made,
Through many years of mindless use,
Repeating the same few motions.
Repeating the same few motions since 1986,
--mark
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The Tibetan Book of the Dead.
i think you'd like it.
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