Thursday, December 7, 2006
The Fire ever burning.
On the worshipped tiles of yesterdays streets,
There is nothing left but tears.
The days are waning now.
Fusing into one another like an epic, indistinguishable army.
And yet these things do not bind me.
Some beast of burden am I,
in a make-believe world I have made.
But is any of this true?
The allegations, the condemnations, the temples...
all will fade.
The fire ever burning.