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21.06.2006
Whatever walks there?
Almost last
Your fear today can't distract my fear
This one hell I shall despise with pleasure
With the whole world perplexed, wondering
With a whole night of illuminating bliss
Stalled for my review.
With a woman looking out past the window
Crying.
For the memory of ever coming
And
Leaving here untouched.
This is the only realm of perfection
That I get to explain myself with
Aesthetic love, endless heaven
and a hell
U are personally courting.
Why should anyone care,
When I don’t?
The last pixel and the after things
How can I love to be interested in your reality?
When all I see is the aura of sorrowful people
Walking there laden with strange wiry baggage
The devil comes today to sign a pact with this cynic
Whose new vision he got
From the illusion the dog had
Hanging in the wrong space
This lithe feeling is discomforting
When you walk on your toe tips.
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whatever mental galaxy you inhabit, its certainly light years ahead of the one through which i wade daily. you, mate, are a proper Mwalimu.
Posted by: degstar | 24.06.2006
You know what Degster, the galaxy is not different, its just the cloud overhead that is...its seems to shine more where I walk...Thanks
Posted by: Undo | 30.06.2006
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