June 9, 2006

  • summons of life

     

    Crystal window of my eyes,


    Mysterious, shadowed, illusioned


    Their gaze beheld a thousand lies,


    Dark, shattered, pieces scattered,


     


    What should doubt


    the wondrous crowd,


    physically undenied,


    when chains of fate


    should concecrate


    one soul, undefiled


     


    unrelenting entities,


    cease not punishing


    those who arent their own


     


    never to hide,


    the unrefined


    left to survive


    . . .


    alone