Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Folly of Man (Chapter One: Our Inanities)

I

Envelopes crusted
from misuse, containing
the past, containing
all that could be
based on what has
been. What have
you seen?

II

Smoke fills the air,
contracting around
the trachea, how
does it compare?
Smoke fills the air.

III

Belief structures;
Earth ruptures from
the sound around -
I refuse to accept
that you refuse to
accept my truth;
genocide abound.

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