Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I Am Not

Time measured unyielding,
Yet just one day.

I do not shrink away.

Bright light holds steady:
I and my words at the ready

(Snide or trite or heady.)

My gift of energy to others:
Brain-droppings flying fast,

and I outlast.

Dim consequence cannot be far,
For I am not a star.

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