Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The proportion of the universe
comes as a shock
rude to sweet interludes
those feet are planted in dizzying death
the beauty former
and disappointment latter
your victory must be invented
on pure bravado
no chains or fetters
as everything withdraws without you
our fondest dreams dance on our deepest fears
to wait forever by a cliff
one step high
to wait forever
to again wait forever

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