Saturday, March 13, 2010

babbling ant's inner dialogue

i came across a line in my little time and i thought:
a line then i melted to my knees an inquisitive being; how do you say
NATURALLY my inspection revealed the line does not exist
and this epiphany i couldn't resist or revisit
when lines disappear there is nothing left to measure;
not ethics not morals not guts no quarrels
and i think that once we are stripped
the last things we carry are jokes doubts
and questions we can't bear to ask
on the slight chance
there could be an answer

and that is why i walk backwards