Thursday, 8 September 2011

19. Pendulums

Like a pendulum I find myself
being pulled to the left
being pulled to the right
the slightest breeze carrying me here
the slightest whisper carrying me there

But I am a pendulum which never moves
seeing things to my left
seeing things to my right
but remaining still
remaining perfect
per-pen-dicular...

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