Monday, January 18, 2010

found text: at the beginning (1/5/10)

At the beginning
I was saved by
that library
of the sublime
But semblance passed,
a wish deserted,
a land of exile
With just a little
confidence in words
I went to name
that dream buried
forever deep
but instead expressed a
feeling altogether glass
the final portioned
moment fell
I made to flee.

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