La Gloire de la Femme

Dec 04, 2006 14:16

The woman and her glory
Warm red flash streaking throughout dreams
gasping, embellishing, enveloping
as cannons distant, breathing, walk...exploding the statistical probability
The lurid, lucid, land-locked thought, fleeting diving dying hiding
slipping through the cracks in my head
Pulling at the self from the depths, desires overwhelmingly scream,
"Are You Such a Dreamer, to Put the World to Rights?"
I just want to breath or drink (the glistening tears of God) the One
underwhelmed by the glory of the stars
is so alone
all together now. All you need is...is...is
One more time,
On est tout le monde vraiment.
Qui est-ce? C'est nous bien sur.

These are turbulent times indeed. Who are we? Really though, what is all this and what perspective should I choose. I think I'm going to just become a Nihilist. All you need is love, and I need some buddies up here. Winter break will be fun.
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