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

Sunday, October 18, 2009

building blocks

there's not a gain in this maze
carrots dangling you can't obtain
verbose descriptions may entertain
will succumbs when it should abstain
inconclusive diction juxtapose the frame
indigenous people where sources refrain

come closer to the edge, a lingering voice
given the options, there is only one choice
ligaments fragment with coldness gripping
everything bends to break creatures living
in this hole fueled by blood pumping furiously
tears rain deep into the river lost curiously

there is no escape between the small cracks
embedded in the messages splitting the paths
imagine what you will and seek another thrill
there is no way to ensure what dies is killed
we are surely saved
i am still amazed

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