Before the Flatline.

Red ants on a hill,

Night sky as high

As guiltless sin.

 

A face made of cubes

Looks back from a mirror.

 

I fell down a few times

On the way to this place …

But always got up

Before the flatline sounded.

 

1st July, 2012

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