Capsul
curious
time is very thin
fast moving soft
through the fingers
who has changed
who ever stays the same
taking the good with the bad
i know i’m sort of defective
you take the liquid out of the language
and try to distill the meaning from it
poetry is impression of meaning
and fiction is truer than reality
i have changed
and i have stayed the same
i regret everything
yet i would change nothing


















