Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Contemplation of this surrogate feeling
Sought after by sacred oak and moss
This primordial scream speaks volumes
I cant remember anything

Meditation of holy wars and acrimony
A segregation of good and evil
A pang of remorse emptied into oblivion
Memories exist not here in this place

This ritual begins here with you
A willing participant in this game
I am captured, a slave to breath and light
Leather bound tight ‘round souls

Belief in you is the catalyst
You fill me deep in caverns lost
You are the master of yin
The memory of you is now tangible

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