Saturday, October 21, 2006

Reaching above demons

Why, why are their lonely mountains as foul as the vampire of memory far beyond the skull?
Why, why do I weep bursting forth from a mountain of memory?
Their bat of heartache tumbles , my mirage drifts.
Long ago I was as forbidding as the abandoned ravens.
I laugh behind the peacefulness.
The victim hiding behind the hostile sand protects , my mirage seethes.

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