Monday, July 11, 2005
...fart... world end solution?
“i wish not to follow-
i gazed, but for a moment,
into a darkling crevasse
it lead into my brain…
and saw a face
a man
a thing–
imagination-sent
eyes too kind—-
they were to be my bane.
ah!–but for the moment…
that gaze lingered
into a waterfall eternity
the deluge of dreams
surreal, untrue;
suppression-bred.
–a gaze… into uncalled doting
unwanted adoration
for a face
that was but a nonety
in the deepest, dustiest
recesses of my rumination.”
Posted by inktrip at 9:29 AM
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