Let my vanities wane.
For every spark of cognizance.
For each gain and pain.
Let me unskew my own image...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Suicide Note
Drunk he said it’s ethereal He didn’t know it was ephemeral The Maya of a chimera The icon, the dream, the idol. Next morning we found him in a dark dingy asylum
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