Tuesday, April 28, 2009

nostalgia for less is more

less was more, at one time.
now, less is an empty gullet
to more's prefabricated circus.

the past holds clarity of little
once we were spare

now mounds, then icicles
or now the result of the extent of erosion
moisture
decay, or just the sound of information
positing as Other

caught up, but when?

i have let the world make its mark
and i still oppose it by learning

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