Sunday, April 10, 2011

Grant Me A Breath


Now the bloated sentiments wail,
The hovering elements glide inept,
The elegiac lamentation acute adept
Drifted by the dirge, hypnotic sail:
For granted taken not, yet spellbound,
The innate absurdity I fated for bound.

Take me there, thy crimson fragility!
Once, only once, grant me a breath,
The estranging entanglement depth
Deepening further shapeless crudity.
For granted taken not, yet spellbound,
The innate absurdity I fated for bound.

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