protean muse
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Up Late with a Lion
I cannot avoid moving for my fear of being eaten
Not anymore
Nor should any of us
So I move
And I may eat my words
Or my words, be eaten
Not anymore
Nor should any of us
So I move
And I may eat my words
Or my words, be eaten
Labels: poetry
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