Tuesday, December 13, 2011

For This Sterile Year


Yet again here the end of sobbing trail
Eschewing fancies tried; debilitated frail.

Disillusionment moulded amorphous—
Protean drifter relapses grey ominous.

A cherry dream cloying yet addicted
Numb, solo musing depth embedded.

The musing grey self-sneering vacancy,
Sentiment diverted opaque from piquancy.

Ambivalence mimicks unpracticality,
Yet the otherwise threatens incapability.

Cherry dream thus shrinks; bounces back,
The cyclic flurries gyrate along din-track.

Desperate quest for the beacon oblivion veils,
Radicalizes the dreamy course eternity prevails.

Thou end soon but not for me, a dreamer.
Nay care fresh one, by then the same dreamer. 

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