February 16, 2010

An unbearable innocence


one cannot devour or crowd an ideal

circles within shadows besides echoes carry dreams

I can not see you when your glow is bright as the moon

but this circuit has been forged and planed

can we not move from the vertice with ease?

the waves break over those shores of virtue

does the movement sooth or engorge?

or simply immobilize with naivety?

the adept's guise can lull one to action

so harness that impulse

don't be swayed by inertia

newborns creak and cracks of a façade worn in defense

will never harm the core of atrocity

echoes heard in the hush of the dark

all run akin in that burnished blaze

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