Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Path Most Raveled

What is the distinction between waking life
And the extinction seen by lack of strife?
The bland deem it the current of crimson seas
The sands seem deterrent to simian beings
The chance of your esteem concurrent to my pitiful meaning
Yet I dance dolefully, forfeiting torrents of ecstasy, seemingly
A soulful expanse respun, presents distress elatedly
The mournful stance, chokes on suspense, death mated
Suffocated, reborn full, a sudden rush of life lent to lung
An inhaling pull lush with intent, burns to be sung
Impaling lull, crushing lament, the notes in my throat, hung

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