Friday, December 16, 2005

From Beyond

Peeping out from behind this purdah
White-faced and fearful. Infinity awaits
Melancholy seeps, seeps, seeps out of me
Like some strange yet beautiful melody

From some instrument clasped to the heart
Lovingly. And passers by stare
My sisters glare for I am a bud that refuses
To flower and I cleave to my sacred prison


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