Thursday, January 31, 2013



It’s the dream that does it all.

It’s an aspiration, a well-grounded sensitivity,

towards the fearful unknown.

It used to spring from without;

now it’s the sourceful within. 

It used to connect to long-lasting touches;

but now it’s interiorized. 

A self-fulfilling prophecy, 

this which summarizes one’s conflicts in an eye-contact. 

Such contact communicates both bitterness and sweetness,

in an unmatched chemical reaction, 

blending each soul; flying them upwards. 

It used to be calmness.

Now, it’s unstoppable rage, 

inexplicable, but controllable.    

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