CYCLES
December 6, 2002

Previous to this, I was that,
earlier than that, I was this,
before I am, I was;
Everything transforms into something,
then goes back to everything.


Funny, but I was serious,
gloomy, but I want to smile too,
happy because I won't be very soon;
Everything slides into something,
then slides back into everything.


Running, and running, and running,
I thought I was outpacing today;
Tomorrow will come while I am preparing
to run again so I thought,
But my foot's in my mouth,
my lungs in my throat,
and my heart is in my mind;
Everything shifts into something,
then shifts to everything.

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