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By Ali Date: 2002 May 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.20.09.16.17289]] |
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I drip with the words Of the world, Of a people Smitten with silence. I dare not speak, Else I shatter Countless illusions. I yearn to know What you're thinking-- But such yearning are better off Undone and unspent. I cannot follow where you go, As you want nothing more Then to be free of this, Of my childish feelings. I won't appeal, I won't ask, For you've made it abundantly Clear, There is nothing from me That you need, Or want. I smile and pretend That everything's ok, Because why spoil the illusion At this stage of the game? It's not worth it, It won't change it-- But for the record, What you percieve, What you see, None of that is me. But you've broken the spell, Forgotten the magick, And I can't tell you how To cope with what's been done-- With these consequences That seek your shoulders. You'll figure it out, Eventually, I suppose-- You a smart one, So have a little faith. Faith-- Isn't that funny? That, among other things, Is something you lack. I suppose then, That I'm just preaching To a choir-- That's blind, Irrational, And deaf. |