I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Thursday, May 5, 2011
You don't know me at all
Usually the various emails entitled "You May Like" from the companies I've done business with online shoot wide of the mark.
And then, occasionally, they hit one on the mark.
My blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you.
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