Saturday, September 25, 2010

In the infinite recesses of a sigh

In the infinite recesses of a sigh
trembling hearts create a pact of solitude
invent machinations of separation, of journey through despair
invent war and degradation
elevate dysfunction from a rare disease to incarnate celebration
delve into mysteries
only to declare their truths absurd
Death comes not as surprise or quiet interlude
it is salvation from life, from burden of remorse's pain
from horrors built from gain and loss
Oblivious to cost, living lies, inventing rectitude
in service to a twisted course
too entrenched to question why

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