The Honey Tango

August 14, 2008
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Life oozes by,
hour by hour.

Time somehow slips
through our
sticky hands—

I laugh when I
look at
the ants.

We consider ourselves
different,
set ourselves
apart.

Perception
is the basis
of reality—

That is the farce
of ignorance.

Thinking we are
the bear
we dive,
and realize too late
that we are
the flies,
caught in the
timeless tango
between
honey
and
gravity.





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