Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

holes

two holes
made up of only that which surrounds them
dripping in
together, but on opposite ends of existence
form one, none, all
the beginning never happened thus end has already passed
fuck god
he wears a mask
and is controlled by the web
being spun into your mind by the
blackest
widows of the nations
who've already found what isn't there
for us to see
you and me
probably
we'll wait and...

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