Like an aborted foetus,
I'm more dead than dead.
But life being my first
and last love,
I must seek it out again,
sometime,
somewhere,
even if I have to travel
beyond the red shift,
to the birthplace of stars.
In the meantime, though,
what's driving me mad is the worry
that my resurrected self
might not be me.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
Like an aborted foetus,
I'm more dead than dead.
But life being my first
and last love,
I must seek it out again,
sometime,
somewhere,
even if I have to travel
beyond the red shift,
to the birthplace of stars.
In the meantime, though,
what's driving me mad is the worry
that my resurrected self
might not be me.
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