Saturday, October 10, 2009

A Youth

A youth curled himself comfortable upon my floor
His mouth was thin and wide and free
But he looked up at me
and his eyes were cracked
Mist escaped from their separations
and he said,
"Even I am terrified of loss,"
he swallowed,
"but it is life."

And I knew that he had caught a half-truth
which, clung to, would kill him.

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