Penguin and the Fridge

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When the last of my time came,
I turned around just to have one last look behind;
And with an outward sigh,
Unbearable tears came on my cheeks through
A dejected eye.

The best that one should do is
Just walk away without much thought.
Just walk away out and walk away on.
All connections, in the end, circumstantial
As they are, are poetic when you recall from a cloud.

Since then, I have lost so much in life,
So much I have seen depart after coming to stay.
Does a bus, running on a highway of
Borrowed time — a passenger passengering
On borrowed money –, think too much of entrances?

I talk with you, I am aware that I’m here
And I hear sense twitching, it is
A pleasure to need. “You know what?”
I know what: whatever it is, one of us will
Resume and take the lead.

The fish would glare, exhaling bubbles,
The empty glass, though it holds an air, is
As transparent as an empty glass will be.
The cabinet reflects a distant mirror,
The weight of the world weighing down on me.

I turn around just to have one last look behind;
And with an outward sigh,
Unbearable tears come on the wells of my eyes.
It is all downhill — the way from here —
Tears come only to the soul of the wise.

2011-06-29

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