the finely polished scale,
sits primly on the glistening table,

two matter added,
the scales tip.

alas, equilibrium
the reader know naught,
a glistening tear falls,
equal is no more.

the reader ambles away,
theres still hope.
Cherish the ramaining threads of time,
before they fray to nothingness.

the first tasks done
the seconds' hazed
again, time will tell
but then again,
much depends on the reader,
itself.

wayward, forward
none of such nonsense shall be heard.
-Anon



Well, that was refreshing. I bet most WILL NOT comprehend, since its extremely personal.

anyway, a few may know what im talking about, since the recent news only applies to some.

almost a month of not blogging. Most readers must have drifted away altogether.

Ah well.