getting older and dying is
like using a pen that runs out of ink
so you scribble in a tiny bush in the upper right hand corner of the thin white
only the empty grooves of the loops show no ink
you have hope
you make the loops wider hoping
the wildness of the loop will get ink gushing
only deeper empty grooves of the loops show no ink
you run the ball in lines on top of the white, down the side
you don't care if you ruin this one
you just want to make sure you can underline what's important
only the lonely grooves like a clear moving river show no ink
no ink
no ink
you start to believe that you'll have put this one down
no ink
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