vazambam

  If you can sit still  Enough to hear that which can’t    Wait, it’s a good sign.          

  Death is everywhere;  So is joy, so take your turn    And laugh in its face.           

  Odd, how it is  The poem always knows    You before you  Know yourself,    Even in the dark.           

  The frigging harder  You try not to sound at all    Like your stubborn self.               

  odds  are  even  before  you    blunder  upon  its  sticky    threads,  this  high-  tech    arachnid  has    shrewdly  strewn-    your  p...