Cris de Borja

Fugue

That is how I came into awareness:
falling.
There is danger in moving through the world unmindful,
coming into being with a bang,
beginning in media res. 

Time starts suddenly
and I must accelerate
to catch myself. 
No one is there to catch me
so I go tumbling.
That is fact,
not theory. 
Findings reproduced today. 

9-3-2012

Tagged: poem

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