Sunday, August 23, 2009

Stand over here across the precipice.
You're on the other side
But I hold the flame.
I dropped it and caught the wood ablaze.

Indifference did not soothe,
nor wine from a skin.
Those written words you left behind
misunderstood to begin with.

Tell, again, the tale of Fortunato
it is my own.
stuck behind the bricks, drunk in a jester's cap
All for the love of God. Yes, for the love of God.

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