Friday, June 05, 2009

Into the Bin.

It was on the table, under the keyboard. I took the keyboard on to my lap and saw it fall.
There it lies on the ground. An old piece of luck, of memory, of things returned.
It will be swept away tomorrow. And everything with it too. Into the bin.


  1. How necessary it is that certain things must be swept away. How scary that it is so necessary too. Almost a self-preservation tactic.


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