Monday, December 28, 2009

an idea (tango)

I was stuck, stuck in an idea, not a good one -
I think . It seemed alright when it first arose
In my head.
For a moment it shined,
shined like a shooting star does,
I tried to follow the trajectory of its fall,
through the darks of my mind.

Now that it is dropped I don’t know anymore
What attracted me to it, it was just an idea,
A shooting star, something I didn’t manage
To grasp. I’m now getting unstuck.

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