Saturday, 2 June 2007


I started out to race
And I lost time;
As it all collapsed on me;
The whole space exploding
To singularity!

I walked on past the high dreams
Of myraid steps and lost screams,
Flashes of a road
Long deserted,
The setting flame a hue of Orange
An expansive barren land that welcomes,
Comforting pain, they say;
I started out....

The ground has ulcers that sting the feet,
Craving for human contact;
Relief again, again the pain.
A compulsive indulgence of pleasure
I remember,
I started out...

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