Thursday, June 12, 2008

Forty Two
Routine redundant reasoning
Definitive death of paroxysm
Absolute self control
Eyes riveted
Obliterating surrounds
Impose Insignificance
Otiose motivation
Transparent skin
Staring blackness
No air No air
Iron clamps
Wicked Hands .
Light !
Glorious dawn
Amour propre
Scented breeze
Flowers strewn
No pain No pain
Eyes wide shut .

1 comment:

divyansh said...

neither illusions are completely unreal nor is reality all real. for one, things are only how one believes them to be.