Oct 2008
#98
27/10/08 03:59 Filed in: poetry
a damned book.
surrounded as i
never cease to be a man
surrounded i
estrange the idea of man
who tickles through the nights as the night herself
cold profusion of my knowledge
administer a quiet stand
slightly aroused by the burst of everything
neglected by a writer,
copious mirrors guide the way
with creatures and creations.
surrounded as i
never cease to be a man
surrounded i
estrange the idea of man
who tickles through the nights as the night herself
cold profusion of my knowledge
administer a quiet stand
slightly aroused by the burst of everything
neglected by a writer,
copious mirrors guide the way
with creatures and creations.