Thursday, January 24, 2008

oh roses are so delicate, maybe we can just sing a song

It's always there
our faithful companion
hovering above
from day 1 to day 0
fragmented but continuous
'round the next corner
or millions miles away
doesn't matter
cos it will never
fail to keep its promise

so it's the promise to the rosy atlantis or an ecstatic underworld or a bleak world of cold and dark? i don't know. the other side always remains an uncertainty. ephemeral and uncertainty, it makes all the sense here.

She was one of those few good ladies of my ex-office, she was a christian, so she must be more certain of her way, returns home, unafraid and liberated.

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