Oct 7, 2008


hollering winds, shielded they stand,
against me,
against my breath.

in the stormy night, stranded i am,
mocking birds,
mocking at me.

cornering the silence of this existence,
i run,
i run for cover.

chased by the cryptic stars,
beaming loud
beaming the misfortunes.

in search of discreet directions,
right! right!
what is right?

a flight of endless steps
prancing breathlessly,

wayward impulses, wary of nothing,
disappering noticeably.

enter the state of turmoil,
mist gallores
mystic indeed

in my dreams, yet another day
i compete
i compete with the self

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