Wednesday, May 05, 2010

inadequacy creeps

unrequited comes to mind.

this solace. this plateau that i run to. that relatively level surface considerably raised above adjoining land on at least one side, and often cut by deep canyons of my thought. the river that runs in between is the period and state of little or no growth and decline of love. the river transparent is the cabal intrigue alliance scheming the banal treatment of love's decline.

i take mirrors into my plateau. watching myself at every word, at every moment, at every stifle of sound i make or have made or may make. i am that river constant. trickling at the edge of the cavernous plummet. that doom drop that ascends me beneath the chasm of fate. i make choices even choices wouldn't have made. i curse myself for this curse that have accursedly accused me of the grim disposition that is ; being myself.

inerrantism. i am half a man. decorated to the teeth with adore galore. adornments tore through this heart. without you i'm naught, with you i am taught. of love's reveries and love's tragedies.

inadequacy creeps slowly. like morning glory on steroids. but devoid me this and leave me void.


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