Alive, I am allowed
to perceive large pieces
of whatever this stuff
is we call the world.
Today (what is today?)
I feel the arrangement
to be such a strange
and temporary contract,
one I never signed
but one I greedily fulfill.
Sunlight comes under
blinds, a jet plane high
sounds like an air-duct's
mumble, and later I must
go collect some things to eat.
Hans Ostrom, 2012
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
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