Sunday 10 August 2008

Mourning

I’m in mourning for a life I never knew

That cluttered dreams and pathways

Reduce to crushing monotony

Shatter to freedom

Seeds of perception

Wither to sprout fruit

air like crystal beads

tastes my forehead

colours spread to black

black to winter

winter to

unborn unbearing

centreless comfort

piercing radiance

love's silent victim

it's One true home


Weep for you have not known me

I have not known myself

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