Sep 20, 2004 01:48
“if only I could forgive you like in the movies”
If absolution is a tidal wave crashing through crowded city streets,
the pardon I’ll grant you is a spilled carafe.
Your trespasses are a microcosm of error on the inside of a garrote
tossed into a pyre whose smoke will not contaminate the air above.
Embrace and fade to black,
End scene.
mood:
music: The Snake The Cross The Crown- "a brief intermission"