A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Eve of Everything
I stayed up late on the eve of everything
I've never seen anything happen before.
I drank too much, so when the clock struck twelve
I didn't see it create itself.
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