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1 January 2014

Between two covers of a dictionary lies no
word more full with the ammunition of judgment,
aimed and ready to fire
furiously spitting from the tip of the tongue.

Christmas has already come and gone!
It's already the New Year!
You've already fallen in love with two eyes,
into which you've yet to look properly?

Therein lies the poison,
in the assumption that speed is to be spurned with
the contempt with which a rat
condemns snakes, condemns that which preys and
robs and introduces to an untimely death.

But which is more to be feared,
sloth or haste,
inertia or acceleration with no build-up?

Potential or kinetic energy?

Perched on the edge of a speeding car hood one
assumes the position of Voyager to the Grave.

Sprawled wide on the roof of parked car one
runs the risk of never dying

and never being birthed.