Friday, February 6, 2009

Dew on the Ripple


If a fly should choose to land on my knee, then who am I to leave it be.
And if a flea wants to live rent free on a fly, then isn't that divinity.
If a spore should shut the door on the heart of a flea, we mustn't say hypocrisy.
And if a cell is born in the shape of a key, then her music be sung felicitously.

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