donderdag 1 september 2011

ICONOCLAST IN FURS


Scrape together a focus
Try to remain centered
without being persuaded to deviate

Try to see patterns emerging from fields of incoherency
Without logic to crave

Be one without mimicking
the two next to you
Morph from grey to grayish
Without caring if this will turn out to be
the final imbue

Let the straps of human bondage come undone
For angel wings only clatter for some
Because In so many ways
You are my lantern in these tattered days
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