Monday, July 23, 2007

The watcher's view

Taken far into the kingdom
Bitten by men
Half awaken, half slept
Lost the dreams' control
Put dots to every perfect thing
Vomited every tendancy to begin
Turned the pages backwards
Forgot the friends' faces
So did the foes'
Closed every circle with a single finger
Counted every uncountable property.
And there goes the crowd
happy and broken-hearted
And I stand
and watch.


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