woensdag 8 april 2009

runaway lost

It’s all green here as the night sets in ----

Making a mockery of any other possible emphasis ---

While you stain my finger

Burning down to your toes.


Calme-toi.


Common sense and cultivation

Shake hands

Like we do: unfriendly, a bit too tight

But simultaneously stimulating and ultimately satisfying.

Your meaning is as ambiguous to me

As science and religion to us all --

You comfort and you distress,

Give desire and satisfaction at the same time (but so loveless);

You are loneliness and you are company,

-

You hide, are found and will someday

(hopefully)

Be ever lost.

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