Ongoing Things

New is an old word
with a sad history.

Fresh is the father
of the end.

Stale is the artist
who won't get more paint.

Nice to meet you
fifty years ago.

Fast friends
can't yet imagine close.

Instead of an introduction,
write fifteen thousand pages.

The body is the body
whose remains are dear.

Live with the start and the finish
far in the rearview mirror
as you drive your loops and swoops and scoops
across the side of your track.

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