a poem for today

a poem for today, 21 January 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of five sentences and its image]
But where things have their origin, there too their passing away occurs according to necessity for they are judged and make reparation to one another for their dislocation according to the ordinance of time.
When that ball reaches its highest point, throw the ball in your left hand in an arc to your right hand. 
The anesthesiologist reported.
Mice and humans are so closely related after all.
Very few people are actually willing to make the kind of commitment that’s often required to be immersed within this kind of literature, especially since there are very few material rewards for such dedication.

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