The road
By alphadog1
Fri, 20 Sep 2013
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The icewave has returned.
Like a slow fog that strangles strange,
It leaves an umber lump in my brain.
From this point the past is a wasteland,
of false ideas and controlling spirits;
The present rests comfortably numb,
I don't know where the future lies.
This road is a hoarfrost vein:
It becomes straight along the level,
But like that line horizon, it is a myth .
A deception, deliberately vague.
For the road still bends.
it curls, as it has always done;
And my feet -always heavy- have to walk it,
While the destination is never reached… here.
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Your great stamp all over
Your great stamp all over this AD1, I love the hoarfrost veins image.
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