in the big picture...
in the big picture-
who will care about the colour or form-
who will remember
the order of things...
in the big picture of memory
to come-
who will worry about
today's annoyances-
or yesterdays staff meeting...
in the big picture-
will it really matter
whether the dots and dashes
are perfectly in place...
in the big picture-
when the film rolls down
to final-
none of this will mean a single thing...
Joy Weare.
17th February, 2007.
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