Monday, February 18, 2013

Clot or clutter


No direction, no goal
In a black hole

STOP signs all around
Speeding tickets abound

All colors are prettier
But then, green appears

Eyes blind, hands tied
Clogs to stop the ride

Is it a clot or clutter
Death or just a passing matter

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