Sunday, August 22, 2010

Why Am I Here?

Why am I here?
Confounded to this rugged turf
Where upon snakes squirm
This is combatence of the soul
The purpose remains evanescent
Expression of loveless wrinkles on the skin
Gone in an instant from a natural ally
Now parted we erectly stand
And float among those shapeless clouds.

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