Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Pardise Lost Part 1

The suffix of my passion, the breath of
Beating pulse
the vein of delicate red
the ozone blue I soak in
My beloved ocean earth
I have looked up at the infinite
Looked in on frailty
And felt the desperation of fear
At the back of thought and the sun shine in darkness
That burned the truth out of the black ice

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