you wont define it.
wont care!
cause defining it
is like a stroke of
badly solved algebra!!
momentary pique
of Bright Renaissance,
sways past...
what is passe,
but can be done,
to replenish.
the lost stigma of aura,
stiffly frozen.
the lull of existence
calls for the curtains,
life's play...
distinguished words
stop making way.
faltered arrangements
come a long way.
distance travelled.
to read the Iliad
wronging all through
scattered emotions...
resonances sound,
way beyond the ropes.
webs spun by time,
dims the happiness,
faded memoirs...
existence calls,
it spells all;
mistaken spellings...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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