Thursday, 23 October 2014

Dreaming of Romance

Her name still tortures me in my dreams
Because there’s no cure for her poison
The clock spring cannot be unwound
Nor can the past be erased

The stars forsake their fire when I look to them
For even the gods know I am lost, like their unforked thunder
So they press their sky upon me, like the auras of a deep ocean
Pressing my soul of all its value, until I see myself as I am

I now laugh at all value I once perceived of a human soul
And realise how finite I am, how like a speckle I move
Through the infinite vastness of the Universe

I have awoken, I am erased

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