Is life simply
a nostril hair
in a nasal
cavity of the
Universe?
Occasionally
it irritates,
perpetuates
a bout of
creative
sneezing.
Or where
fingers
of fate
excavate
in pensive
solemnity
a solitary
hair is torn
free, cast upon
the eternal
keyboard –
and life
abruptly
ends...
© 21 July 2007, I.D. Carswell
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