a thousand blinks a day

Tue, 03/26/2013 - 04:12 -- 7272rh

Scenes are shooting down
a block of neighborhood
A moving busy streets

Acts are striked every passing
hours of streaming light
-some acts are cut out and some kept

I blink tireless a day
And yet the world is the same
Maybe close longer
My Eyes in hopes of seeing change
All over in a season
But fear flutters them open
And I blink to see
The same motion picture on and

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