what seduced me into
writing is the veiled figure
of the dark that lifts
its hazy image through
the blinds of this acerbic life.
i annul the language of god,
the normality of men
and the sage of old.
let me pour water into this
pale jar, and in it,
high with hope, shall rise
a cornucopia of scriptures.
an inner sense of life
and a depraved longing
for felicities,
these words test their capacities
and sprint to the length
of no return.
i am no man's island
nor a flame's hearth.
these promontories remain dearth
yet unafraid of fleeting.
if i go unread,
if i am to be forgotten,
these shall all remain
and only eyes ready
to seek seamless lights
shall turn the pages
and start reading.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
what seduced me into
writing is the veiled figure
of the dark that lifts
its hazy image through
the blinds of this acerbic life.
i annul the language of god,
the normality of men
and the sage of old.
let me pour water into this
pale jar, and in it,
high with hope, shall rise
a cornucopia of scriptures.
an inner sense of life
and a depraved longing
for felicities,
these words test their capacities
and sprint to the length
of no return.
i am no man's island
nor a flame's hearth.
these promontories remain dearth
yet unafraid of fleeting.
if i go unread,
if i am to be forgotten,
these shall all remain
and only eyes ready
to seek seamless lights
shall turn the pages
and start reading.
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