blistered
haze in perpetuity
inebriation to be forgiven
it's the state of sanity
deserving persecution
incantations galore
repeating the repetition
momentlessness
nonetheless survival
survival of the fittest?
no oppurtunity but that
suspended in a second
a second in a second
time captured by time
these are walled
by transparent walls
merciless walls
hope will linger
be the flame
on the dying waxed wick
mirage of choice
breathless illusions
hallucinations illusions
fingers spinning
webs of complacency
a series
a circle
loops within looops within loops...
3 comments:
very strangely.. i have the image of me standing in a vast snow covered valley with my arms stretched out and looking up at the sky, eyes closed of course. and someone's reciting these lines in the background.
dunno what that means, but thats what i felt while reading this. :)
p.s. ilove the repitions... of repitions... redoublings? maybe.
gives it a very magical aura.
thanx a ton girly...
hehehe...living in a series of same sifferences and differents samenesses is interesting...annoying at times...but interesting...
hahahahaha
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