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09 februarie, 2009

trial and error

i have not found
the thought i am to be.

oh, silent gasp, ridiculous enclosure of my soul,
i have no dreams left, to watch them die,
no failure to overcome ...

wonder ... wonder ... silly path .

scavenging the rift, i find myself
a wild glass to sleep inside,
and some frightened little oysters,
to slay my heart with.

i left my lousy sorrow far away,
so i shall forget the shadow of my thin face.
i begged the wind to scatter my pain,
and the fear to weep my name.

wonder ... wonder ... stupid whisper.

oh, origin of sin, splendid spur and
enchanting lust,
i a have no time to search the stars!

no meaning to receive my retribution,
no vengeance ... nothing left.

just empty leaves to rummage the grave.