Some

desolate
old cold  
is  
rambling of
nilhly
doom
and
whoever listen
to that
old fool
is built
of his
own
tomb.

I didn't realize with puny mortal eyes

somehow the cold longs drag us in

Somewhere between light & dark there is truth.

Light and dark are both assholes, anyway...

And I'll trust neither - yet balance the weight of my own...

























   out   


seek0@dreamgate.iwarp.com

Whisper to me under these
scarlett waters

That I may rise to breathe
thunder's deluge

Unhurt by fanciful regrets
tailored by greed

Innocence means lonliness only
to thee unseen

I wonder then, life, will you take me back?

maybe I'll drink in your air - pittering rainy wine
and know soon tis when I'll more move along
for the kingdom and the power
be thine

 
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