deceit
ravaging my anxious nerves;
calculating every movement made

lies - all of them - lies

vaguely bruising my momentum;
blanketing my consciousness with allegorical thoughts
my own intrepidation forbodes this coming

inflections comes softly into my waking dreams
confusing the pulses of my own aortic beat

:pause:

like a snail trailing behind limbo;
cataclysmic with its moves
wary to go with a home for a house and a house for a home

i was there once lounging in my own maternal soup;
warm yet caustic
poisonous with my tongue spilling over words from the time; spent waking

brilliant radiance expelled from the crown above my head;
embracing every slept moment forgotten

:and yet:

a slim glimmer of hope settles across the skies gaze;
of my eyes indigo

11/11/2003

Posted on 11/12/2003
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