Monthly Archives: October 2007

there’s always that chance
of tripping on mirrors
where nothing is common or vague

where all of her hands
are gripping the flowers
and swapping the delicate stains

and piercing her glance
through all of her terrors
is crashing them out of her way

the peak of perfection is palpable
the sound of the silence serene
the breaking of bullshit
brings being to be
the glory of god guaranteed

the wish without worry is washing
the chaos of consciousness clean
the magic made manifest
makes me myself
the dreamer done dreaming is dreamed

the only thing that matters
is where you hide your sins
cuz no one takes you into darkness
unless you guide it in