Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life
while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a
little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand
he can note down what he sees among the ruins.
- Franz Kafka

Monday, June 14, 2010

...for a time

Can you please ask the fleas to ease me please?
I cry all the time from a thorn in my spine;
If I switch to an itch of a scratch with my time
Then the pain from the thorn in my spine is in vain
While the fleas ease the pain for a time.
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