TodayA Poem by Mark
when he comes for me
I won't weep like a puss over all I meant to do. I am a stone and will be a stone a man satisfied the nectar he has swam in was as beautiful as if he partook forever and time and the eons were measurements not worth discussing in an eternity you'll never know, like a man who knew forever was just today and nothing more. © 2012 Mark |
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Added on January 29, 2012 Last Updated on January 29, 2012 Author
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