blackout
mardi, 21 décembre 2010
finally the routine chokes
like the flatscreen
like the netbook
like the android
the ipod is off
the silence shines
shimmering lapel
swelling to a raging torrent
that washes off
pastimes and frustrations
glimmering waste of horrors
the blinded flow returned to spring
wanders off hurtlessly to you
this is where I belong
this is where uncertainty blooms
shaping the being
this is where nonsense finds purpose
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