Alive within me is a seeker, a finder, a mover, a story-teller, a lover, a soul - lost to the known and found in the none.
To describe such an entity is to reach through to the other side of a hidden wall. Blocked by eternity of knowledge, suffering and wonder - I sit. I wait patiently to be known. I roam to explore. I see to be. I smell to want. I touch to please. I listen to motions. I taste thy self. I am who I am. Be it as it may.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Evolved
The poet rises at his victory. The writer steps down in defeat. Words linger further - With no one left to read.
And at his fall She rises again.
No longer defeated by lies No longer addicted to pain.
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