dear o my undone world!
for i shall prompt mum words
into the darkened eyes of lights
“my hollow is my only disguise”
one that shall prevail over streaming tears
of angels being burdened with fears
“thou art affective being!
on nights where lights that sing
from afar ; there will be no leading
for my only soul that remains
composing a chained rhythm
structured from geologic things that dance,
and mountains that bring mists so dense
these are my hide-and-seek conditions!
and condolences will not be accepted
for i shall live thousands of years
i am the unconquerable!”
ajie
juli 22 2009
3:31 AM
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