If I knew the line
Oftentimes,
Oftentimes,
I
wonder
About
the honey and the sting;
A
humming sound on the pages of time,
It
goes, and comes back without a clock,
Measured
and balanced.
From
where does the need come?
A
tune with blanks in space
If
I knew the line
I wouldn't fumble!31 August 2014
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