Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Lies


We played beside 
A dark lake, 
Accompanied by our deceitful 
Reflections. We tore the 
Night into little shards, into 
Which we were 
Subsumed. In every 
Direction, we found the solace 
Of anger, the ignominy 
Of violence. We plucked 
The flowers over the 
Lake, green from the sun, 
Terrified, as if 
In a secret garden. 
We touched the 
Earth under the water, 
Crumpled it into 
An insignificant tear, 
And threw it into 
The mirage 
Of memory. We 
Drew blood from 
Our inadequate ideas, 
Towards an unkempt 
Vision. 
We failed so miserably, 
And with such 
Celebration. 
We died holding hands, 
A patchwork of 
This and that.  

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