Friday, January 2, 2009

Deliverance

You come to me like some motherless wondering thought
that envelopes this moment in time
Hunger and ardor
A deliverance
A delusion that entices me to believe in
and cease my yearning
my dormant desire a callous truth
speaks volumes harsh and disconcerting
The minutes passing echo frustration
and you slowly meld into placation...
and dissipate quickly as you came to me

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