How many lives can one man live?
How we long for the bonds of attachment
We cling to hope like limpets to a rock
Battered by a sea of random indifference
How easily we accept love
How willingly we throw our hearts open
to the whim of passing strangers
though we know the solid pain
We live a layered myriad of lives
One floats to the surface and then another
Through the flickering shoal we see what we can
and catch a glimpse of the fleeting soul within
A constant maybe, a might have been, a could be one day
living only in this one, this space
peering into and from this face
these faces surround us, these eyes
on the train to Hiratsuka this Tuesday morning
September 8th 2009
The frog in the dark well
waiting for the cold echoing drip
to ripple through his film
gulping while his thin webbed feet
paddle the depths below
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