Wednesday, August 01, 2007

The turtle

inside his carapace so safe
alone, always so all alone,
his ancient secrets
not to share,
he hides not
rather just exists
in his dark place,
his days are long
so filled with time
and thoughts of time,
that they run into
one another,
over one
and into another,
into one
and out of the other.

1996

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