Saturday, January 29, 2011

In the land of blinds

I am selling mirrors in the land of blinds.
Round, new mirrors. The clandestine
peek in my soul makes it so hard to
face the devil waiting at the door.
Ahead lies a thorny way where hope is the nectar.
face it, taste it, consume it. Better
be a lone wolf; have the good shepherd;
live to the last breath playing the charades.

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