I
By alephstar
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
- 570 reads
as i turn nova
before i fragment
a devil hears me whisper
'i tire of this, love'
then with the brightly burning trail of a falling star
i crackle up, over and out
of existence
of wishes
of wills
of this
of that
of any ever always thing that may possibly be in time
i turn? i twist? i tumble
in to nothing
the nevermore
and i am grateful
because at last i am free
at last i am I? alone
all one
this is not a sound
you are not alive
.
.
.
wake up
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