the dharma
burns
in the bone -
love is no synopsis
to our caged delusions.
death, why, only a dearth
diorama of the
incontrovertible
denouement.
the unsinkable truth
so avidly assiduous
that if dogma bleeds final,
our beginnings stem only
from the rose of
ephemeral loves
and in the end shall
we meet god - only i,
in the seethe of these
phrases, have burnt
wilder than any light.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
the dharma
burns
in the bone -
love is no synopsis
to our caged delusions.
death, why, only a dearth
diorama of the
incontrovertible
denouement.
the unsinkable truth
so avidly assiduous
that if dogma bleeds final,
our beginnings stem only
from the rose of
ephemeral loves
and in the end shall
we meet god - only i,
in the seethe of these
phrases, have burnt
wilder than any light.
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