Thursday, November 23, 2006

Flowing from all-knowing children

In the end they are redeemed!
In the world to come she is dust-like...
My dust of frustration is unknown...
The forbidding dust above the serpent of abandonment infests the memory beside the mirage, as thunderously as my temple of heartache.
Laugh smilingly, twirl!
"save us from ourselves!", the truth is, as my tears flow...

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