Monday, July 21, 2008

their burning and screaming in a german accent,
sneezing along the way home, forgiving
those that left, older friends unapparent,
neglecting born potential and sweet
nemesis is falling from an eyelash, gliding
through the tunnels and following the
birds, a terrible sight for a sober mind,
but it may still be strung up and hung
from the branches left to settle, weightlessly
seeming swaying in the moonlight, glowing
with disbelief, how could this happen today,
how could you let it, the dark beings blinded
by the cup, filled grimly with passing acquisitions,
sitting below the spell of majesty.

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