Tuesday, December 10, 2013


Most men have eyes on their faces,
What you have
are two molten suns trapped inside the koh-i-noor…
A universe oozing stardust that
That fly out in tiny specks, silvery strands
That run from yours to mine
And I am a captured animal
Lost, and in awe of such impossible ethereal beauty

On the face of human mortality… 

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