Thursday, January 13, 2011

a little death

this is not a place of emptiness, of desert
it is not a wasteland unless you will call it
a wasteland of the false
only true things can survive

there is no rock to hide behind
you will meet yourself
embrace fault as fact
and quickly release it

a quiet hour, a little death
you will not look back
nothing will stop you now
from being new

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