Wednesday, February 23, 2011

untitled (22 February 2011)

52 beats 25
I gladly leave that
Angsty youth
Far behind
Despite some sacrifice
In the physical realm
I care not for plebian
Notions of age
The "Hill" they fear
Being over
I bypassed long ago
'Tis the Mountain
I climb
And there is no over
One keeps going
Or falls
At the top is
The Sweet Embrace
Of Eternal Night
Which is what I long for
After All

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