Wednesday, 17 August 2011

pisa

eyes mesmerize
as if nothing within
can be seen,

naked or left wanting
and i have known this
so far back

even memory fails
like russet leaves
it clings

limply waiting
until that moment
falling like rust

someone of idealistic faith
tells me to hold fast
to not give in
the way a tower leans
because no one can devise
any way to fix it

but i am babel
a lit fire with no choices left





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