By Ali Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.19.00.16273]] |
Unpretentious, there is no lie here, nor half-lie, or hobbled truth-- perhaps I merely feign innocence, a half-reflection of partial shadow--things split down the middle of reason. I never have believed in the dissection of logic, never put power in the hands of rationalization-- a fickle demi-god of insolence, a meager creation of man, in the midst of hubris: I've pieced together more than you might guess. If I could be saved, I still might ask it, despite all things, discovered and deceiving, but the self that desired saving, that brief shadow is a phantom, and it seems that loss was merely a jumping off point, a starting place for a new incarnation. I know reality, in the cold guise of day-to-day perseverance, but even my own decisions seem to tremble in the presence of fate-- I am still, intent and intense, and I wait for the precise moment, unassuming and ready to listen. |