Saturday, April 18, 2009


Went out with the sun glaring straight in my eyes
Totally consuming every inch of biting silence 
Hearing every bit of breathing and pulse
The usual kin has become an enemy

Clear conscience is a bit of an oppose
With exchange of conundrums in each prose
Pavement widens in every step
a cascading liberation as I weep

Another day of numeric rotations
Of  repetitous incarcerations
Tearing of one's identity
A theater in each others' mimicry

All shall pass and will be erased
Selective memory in absolute disgrace
Decisions made to others a dismay
Will wake up.. for tomorrow is a pristine day

The cross, As I look
I am humbled
With strength as I surrender...
Get up and resume thy saunter..

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