A breath
A line
A verse.
The beginning to the end of something.
Fear of lost happiness and choking on its display.
Fear of one thing yet to begin all because of the possible end.
The end to the beginning of what was.
Terror of nothing new.
Terror of nothing at all to convince.
The transition from that to this.
Attachment to the mist indiscernible and in front.
Attachment to the wind like a balloon that's lost its ground.
A foreigner did his best to describe the subtle, barbed-wire phenomena.
And called it Vindication.
12/4/8
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A last time for everything
ReplyDeleteThe fear is what keeps us here
Rad poem, and I'm glad to see The Fountain as your first favorite movie; that movie trips me out.
The end to the beginning of what was.
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Terror of nothing at all to convince.
well writen
Good article
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