I have hidden incognito a decade in this desert,
enscounced in the Bad Lands of a wasted life,
evading both politics and the Bureau of Statistics,
immersed in maths for senseless games of chance.
I forget promises and birthdays with equal disregard,
attempt mental reconstructions of past events,
seeking the forgiveness I have no power to grant,
all my atoms expanding heirlooms of critical mass.
The gravitational attraction of lifelong friendships,
dithers perception at the horizon of a span of years,
warping the wormhole space between our arms, our minds.
I need only for you to ask that I should stay.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:31 AM UTC
I have hidden incognito a decade in this desert,
enscounced in the Bad Lands of a wasted life,
evading both politics and the Bureau of Statistics,
immersed in maths for senseless games of chance.
I forget promises and birthdays with equal disregard,
attempt mental reconstructions of past events,
seeking the forgiveness I have no power to grant,
all my atoms expanding heirlooms of critical mass.
The gravitational attraction of lifelong friendships,
dithers perception at the horizon of a span of years,
warping the wormhole space between our arms, our minds.
I need only for you to ask that I should stay.
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