Friday, December 23, 2011

reverberation

It's "how" that always
succumbs to a "why".
Renegade "me",
pricked, mended and crystallized
by the satiny shaved solitude
slumbers over the palliasse
of an eternal "You"-ness.
love, prosified.
Sigh!
"You" impaled a lifeless "me".


V@@S..

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