I am a lake of burning crude
I am a naked sky
I am a finger on the button
I am falling death
I am a child's laughter
I am the inferno's flame
I am a mothers tears, asking why?
Thursday, 11 October 2007
Hearts and minds
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Garry Glass
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11.10.07
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Truth?
Don't mind that which is beyond it,
For it can only see itself through what it is not.
Questioning only elucidates the illusion to infinite depths of nothingness.
Dancing around the absolute like our earth around its sun,
Forever falling in love of mornings light in day dreams.
The truth answers no question,
For words are but ashes in the inferno of eternal glory.
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