Sunday, November 10, 2013

Curious Day

The oddity of the day was not in its oddities really
Silhouetted against a mirror,
dark in contemplation,
in thought lost

alive in remembrance
a day not too old,
not too young.
content to cloud float

how does it move?
for it is a curious creature.
curiouser and curiouser
an answer not mine to know.
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