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this is in fact
death’s sickly savour,
as he stalks hallways –
as he stalks away.

barren land, once fertile –
rendered barren
rendered bare.
but birth of skies
livid red and spiderwhites,
a quilt to keep warm
mechanical critters –
spits and sputters,
midst the mutters,
amidst the stares.

some will laugh,
some will cry;
in this cradle of death,
the same that wrought life.

i know it seems as though i’ve been in a poetic mood these few days, but a lot has happened and this is how i deal with it. for more on my thoughts, click here.


5 responses

  1. stitch.

    you sound like a desert yearning for rain. look up, lift up, dude.

    Saturday November 24, 2007 at 11:00 pm

  2. ah thanks man. things are good now. no desert.

    Sunday November 25, 2007 at 6:38 pm

  3. stitch.

    that’s good. 😉 how have you been? sorry haven’t kept up with the correspondence after the last letter. hope exams went well.

    Sunday November 25, 2007 at 11:31 pm

  4. no problem man. we all busy. i’ve been good, just glad the holidays are here.

    Monday November 26, 2007 at 8:14 pm

  5. stitch.

    alright. take care then. till we meet again. hah. 😉

    Monday November 26, 2007 at 11:44 pm

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