songs of... no oneA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonan abstract piece.i choose to tread lightly over fallen trees and homes. lately there have been far too many comings and goings, far too many for my taste-- or, what taste is left.
acid still wears your teeth and crows still prey, ever the subjects of convenience.
these are truths, but do not take them at face value, for a bee cannot live while it yet stings. © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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