Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Tunnel Arcadia



I told her tombs are never fit for twos
But ones beside each other may appease
And destiny is just a bad excuse
For unambitious minds to die at ease

My body's worn by every fractal coat
Of friction that comprises most desire
Yet only when I stand confined by moats
Does frailty build a fear of feeling fire


So now make me a promise here tonight
That death bares some resemblance to a flare
Where I can chase a fleeting vagrant light
Until I reach the mercy of the air

The truth is I am kin to tyranny
As pris'ners of divinity must be

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