Wednesday, March 4, 2009

March 3

I cut my thumb last Wednesday
A papercut, no more
Blood beaded on my fingertip
Then fell onto the floor
A bubble bright it lay there
Life giving force no more
It lay somewhere between
Eternity and the door
The world felt little impact
Life did not cease to sing
But in my little corner
It changed the whole damn thing
-Written by me, in December 2007

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