Monday, August 29, 2011


Forms complete, but never to be mailed
New contrived you can replace the old, just sign here;
Rite of passage of time.
Heritage overcame, fear of the future and
Perceived less independence;
Identity crisis denied.

Paths woven together in a perfect pattern
to be destroyed by an unconcerned beast.
Try to salvage what is left of life’s
Tapestry, with missing thread, a
Scant material to provide warmth at night.
Shiver yourself into countless dreamless slumbers.

No sense of self-less soul
Browsing memories down the mind’s corridors
Of towering stacks of scintilla,
Only accessible when provoked.
Resolving those of your former and latter characters,
To seek a new singularity.

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