Sunday, November 6, 2011


A Prophecy

The Tristan’s utter allusion to the foam
Art of the parented scope of
Thanks and lack less bewilderment
Improved nothing to a soiled ranks
Of a unilateral masochism.
We stood up 
And walked away from the 
Rusted Idea and discovered a new version of 
Flight, heartfelt and enchanting excuse from the non-prolithic,
And teetering away from the marked dissatisfaction with the ideal.

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