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By Ali Date: 2006 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2006.07.03.23.03.8850]] |
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It's taken me a while to realize What this all means. Perhaps I Should've known before now, but It's not like I find myself Alone, especially on nights Like this... I know too many ghosts To know comfort. Some mistakes come softly, silently, And this is the very breath of madness, But from which heart does it spring? How can one divine love When it falls so freely, so feverishly Away from consequence? Yes, you could say you didn't know, But that would be a lie, And so the impasse is rendered, Between high water and hell, Between freedom and fault, Between truth and denial. An inhale of breath Will either betray or convey, And in that movement, be wary-- Because there's either Too much, or too little, Of love, here. |