Monday, February 17, 2014

"Du, Mitt Konstverk" (12/27/13)

As the bumbling crow flies to sing
I try to wonder how life would be
Without a sequential secant of nothing
Silently echoing itself to and from me

Cyclical healings and forgotten rituals
Empowering the processes of power
Reversing unto spikes in these aerials
To eternally kindle the cure to this cower

You, the embodiment of all here unsaid
Are enlightened based on constructs in your head
I, myself still, meet anonymous subjection
Hailing the hegemony of happiness's rejection

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