Sunday, April 18, 2010

To go on living when one has stopped living,
I think, is a terrible end.

To no longer taste the sun on
your skin
on any old morning

or feel this big world
engulf around you with each life,

small but complete,
such a dishonorable kind of death.

I would rather die wholly again and again in a day.

If I eat this spoonful of sugar,
I will break out of my body.

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