Saturday, September 26, 2009

A poem. Soul - Symmetry.



Arrogant, to be slave
places to be explore, a burden to carry
not that money is pursued by themselves
but honor and success
and some persist to be sure
in time remaining, heart largely packed
to see through change to unchanged season
in sleep of cherished which in time soured
between two world i hovered
only the terror in.


In everything gives thank.

:::: ms junkie herself.

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