Tuesday, May 29, 2012


dwell in the river of lost. at the banks of sorrow, at the end at the shallow. where water hits only the ankles and pulls you in like the swansong of the sirens. salvation almost hypnotic to the point of obsession.

oblivion begins here, the abyss is the end. the ending is not only as dark as the beginning. the horizon of the future seemed as bleak as the past. as you go nowhere, everything is already somewhere seething and seeping into you. the faults and the abrupt halts on the asphalt roads where reasons cease and sense fails.

no reason makes no sense as you see this only as pretense of the past tense, as future.


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