Thursday, January 7, 2010

When the bomb goes off
And the walls blow out
And the sturdy floor cracks
In the shock waves
The comfortable furniture
You were so used to
Broken and useless
For support
Amdst the debris
And your disloyal
Body goes its own way
In the conflagration
You have the core
Left in the white light
And capacious space
The perception
The reckoning
The mercy

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