Thursday, November 24, 2005

The disconnection

In a word full of mouths, a closer star,
the dependence
becomes
a kindly light.

In a shotgun filled with blood, an uncontrolled mind,
the frailty
becomes
the darker son.

I am open, there are three big exits,
but there is just one small entrance
into
the
everlasting gaze.

1 Comments:

Blogger . said...

On a plain of anoymity
I see a face,
only half hidden.

3:46 AM  

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