Wednesday, 23 April 2014


It is true I seek you through my poems-- the remnants of the chimera.
You are the phosphorescence in the black night-- ice cold in summer.

Explanation- I have to give for each and every step 
to this world that never explained itself to me.

Pain- I take because its inevitable.
It comes together with the magic.

Lesser and lesser I get,
Until the veins stop
regulating and
The lifeline 

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