Monday, May 31, 2010
The Nothing
Motion past the nothing languished in hopeless, distressing perseverance toward oblivion Doubts cover the landscape as if duty were not a molested jinx The fire cannot persist into paralysis, nor display its fever in the corrupted destitute ignorance of peace I realize the fire is corrupted forever
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you're beginning to make sense
ReplyDeletethis is powerful poetry
ReplyDeletetoo bad you have to live it
in order to write like that
love
sally