Monday, March 26, 2012


In all things is a heartless
Condition void of passion
W/out room to maneuver
& no space left to fill it’s
All or nothing in the middle
Of the road lies a desert
An empty wasteland of
Death & boredom no one
Ever survives without a
Desire to sacrifice to keep
The engine going before
It sputters & gasps like a
Fish out of water or a
Clock out of time hung
On a singed beam of
Extinguished light


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