Sunday, February 12, 2012


Breathing the same
Air as greatness &
Failure watching the
Same sun & moon
Endless as ants on
An ant hill powerless
As a voice in the rain
Happy as I allow my
Self to be keeping
Sadness where it be
Longs in the realm
Of dying dreams a
Light escapes from
Under the gate to
Lure the banshee


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