Wednesday, December 10, 2008


It’s a loud night upon the streets
Music, laughter, drink, and dance
Life thrives in the escape
Squirms in the shadows
Against the grime of depravity
Within the shame of discontent

The purest of humanity
For display, for sale, for fun
The only penetration
Into humanity’s withering souls
Is that empirical desire

That touch of infinity
That taste of divinity

That coming timelessness
That mixing of essences

The sigh from trembling lips
forgiveness, forgetfulness
for the everness
within the transcendence
they only just experienced

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