there are no rules in this fight,


save what you save can be used against you


and if your transparency is apparent


if i can see right through your eyes


you may as well not try.





question this and riddle that


i've no truths, but i'll answer you


like Trebeck told me to,


"what is a question?"


therein lies your climax.





battle you own mind and see where it takes you,


or how long it takes to break you.


i'll be here, enjoying the slideshow


strobelight fiction that i have


of you ripping yourself to pieces


over a problem shaped like a blade of grass


but twice as sharp,


but still twice the work of that


which has no name,


only a feeling when you think about it.





only this,


this,


this,


this,


this,


feels like heat with no flame.


this,


this,


this,


burns without heat.


this,


this,


scars without touch.


this reminds you without scars





is your quest finished when you think you have an answer?


or is that confirmation that only memory gives


the final nail with which you crucify your pain


using your arms and legs as a cross


and, watching in the mirror you create for yourself,


ask, "if there are no rules, how can there be an end?"

07/10/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
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