A poem. (Blame McClure)

Mar 13, 2007 14:46


How grand it would be,
         I think,
to stop.

Not time, 
      of course,
             for time must go on,
but to stop one's
                                       self.
Oh,
    how  
           grand 
   it would be.

To stop in a busy hallway.
Watch people
     rush,
              hurry,
                       hustle

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michael mcclure, prose, time, poetry, passing

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Hey. kyle_tofusoup March 13 2007, 23:45:48 UTC
I like the poem.

I've just made this LiveJournal, so I thought I'd comment.

Hehe, I just realized - Lost Keys (Blame Hofmann). TOOL are amazing.

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Me Likie!! meg_lynne April 3 2007, 17:17:07 UTC
A lot!!! it is very profound and you!!! (i mean this as a complement)

much luv!!!

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