Thursday, December 11, 2014


A very long time ago
I lived
And with me
a few others
Chasing city lights
And every glow of life
Before the discovery
That it is through the dark
that life comes calling
The glow is the shadow
Of the mass that is darkness
In there dwells meaning
Covered in absurdity
Withering worries in wine
Regrets curling up into the skies
Throwing the heart out to strangers
ranting on the streets
Like a drunk lunatic
Sprawled by the gutter
Staring at the stars
Seeing only the twinkle
Feeling only the night wind
Neither the dirt nor the stench
A very long time ago..

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