
Stare at a white wall for a minute,
and the afterimage will be black.
Stare at a black wall for a minute,
and the afterimage will be white.
Each follows the other in turn.
What follows fear but joy?
What follows gladness but pain?
Nothing lasts forever.
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Prosody of Time
Prose poses promise
That the story never ends.
Verse lets silence in.
[Disposable Haiku August 4, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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