Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I glide in and out of beyond land,
My pounding breath in fairyland,
In nothingness, in presentence. A slash out of heart again, '
As an old friend
And all of you are gone,
So as it is in to be bygone,
And what I have become,
Is just what I begun.
I’ll be there in the end,
Dear friend,
Encapsulate the vain,
Be drained,
Since all I have is gained Though yet not yet to apprehend.
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