Friday, January 2, 2009

thus hath the candle singed the moth




wandering away from the fireglow
every shifting swirl,a glimpse of you
the fog that fills my eye and dims my sight
the mouth of the precipice
too far have i travelled
is return but a dream?


maudlin' maudlin' maudlin'. my brain is fog-filled.no amout of 
shaking dislodges it.

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