Friday, December 11, 2009

Idiom.

The room was boasting its humane noise:

What went said will be familiar
In the morning
If less distinct.

What went unsaid, on the other hand,
Must wait, packed in,
Unmated, unresponded
But prepared.

So then
All determination is born in the one's forgetting,
And all surprise poetic in the other's.

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