Wednesday, 6 January 2010


Again I find myself
Again I wonder
Lost against a
patchwork of dreams.

Yet admiration proves its resilience
For despair can only last so long.
Perhaps a lifetime is enough.

Feel it, live it
With arms outstretched
And all to lose
that is, nothing.

But it is the best kind of nothing
It knows itself
Like I know you.
Now I touch and I feel
and it does return to me.

To be cold is to be alive
Do not forget it.
Forgive the dead language,
The necessary vessel of this message
Were I able, I would forsake it.

But I will continue to write,
I can make no apologies.
It is what I desire,
and life will find an end for that.

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