18 Dec 2011

a song that is sweet and sad flavors the air in bitter caramel
and i wonder what it would be like to be back among the living
i follow the faintest scents of prophecy, but if i handle the words
they slip slip slip like so many wisps of weary candle smoke
disappearing to the magic of what the mathematics reveal
the voice of God for to unlock in every molecule of space
there are secrets in the strangeness by which destiny deals
where have i been, that thought and flavor are so familiar?
surely down in the waking world, forgetting all that matters
casually bleeding precious time, waiting only for the last zero

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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