Thursday, September 2, 2010

And Come To That


It won’t say what, it won’t say who,
or what it has to do with you.
Apparently it came because it wanted to.

It doesn’t blink.
You don’t know what to think
of something that won’t blink.

And, come to that,
you can’t tell what it’s looking at.








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